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BEAR.
October 4th, 2016, 12:39 AM
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Gusty
October 30th, 2016, 06:36 PM
Blizzardfoot padded onto the ThunderClan and RiverClan border, with only a few things on her mind. One of them was hunting, which didn't seem very important as of right now. Anyways, it was only leaf-fall. Prey was still here, and tumbling about. But the other thing was Pineshadow.
She had met this tom a couple of times on the border already. Four or five times, maybe? The more she seemed to meet him, the stranger she felt. It was an everlasting emotion that happened to keep her awake during night, making her tumble around sleeplessly.
She had no clue whether Pine would be here at the border- it was a mere wild instinct. More of a hope than anything else. She didn't remember desiring anything as much as him.

FlashFanatic
November 2nd, 2016, 05:22 PM
"I'll meet you back at camp." He told the cat as he approached the border, not aware of Blizzardfoot. As he realized he had reached the border, his eyes immediately checking his surroundings.
Somehow, he always was drawn back to this spot. It was like there was some kind of weird force pulling him to the border. Pineshadow spotted Blizzardfoot and padded up to the border. He waved his tail, hoping to get her attention. It looked like no one was near them. Good, He thought.

Gusty
November 2nd, 2016, 09:23 PM
Blizzardfoot noticed a patch of brown that hung around the green shades of leaves and grasses. That was definitely an animal's pelt- and under a single glance, she knew that it was a ThunderClan cat. Maybe it was Pineshadow!
The she-cat didn't care about the saying of how you shouldn't get your hopes up too high. All she knew was Pineshadow, the tom that made her happy. She didn't care about anything else; she was already set to see the tom. Her head perked forwards and her body sprinted towards the flash of brown fur; her eyes widened in surprise and happiness. "Pine?" She gaped. The tom had flicked his tail in greetings.
One look, and she already knew that it was him. "Oh, hi!" She said, trying not to sound too excited or awkward, but it failed.

Fallpotato
November 17th, 2016, 09:57 PM
Quietstream stalks around sunning rocks hoping not to get caught by a riverclan patrol.

Gusty
November 20th, 2016, 11:40 AM
Blizzardfoot padded to the border once more, feeling quite strange. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the back of her mind, trying to pry itself open, but it would not work. RiverClan was okay, or at least it seemed fine on the outside. Bucknight was definitely giving her some suspicion now, for whatever reason it was. But Bucknight didn't really matter right now.
Thunderclan! We're they okay? Was Pineshadow okay? All these thoughts raced inside her head, and the molly felt like a kitten again: lost, full of questions, and unable to answer them. Why was she having this gut feeling that something was horribly wrong?
She sniffed the air, letting out a slight sigh of relief. The ThunderClan border was still here. But there was something different about it. An unfamiliar smell was smothering all over it, suffocating the usual Thunder scent. What is it? What's going on? TehDerpyShoelace

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 05:31 PM
Queenie

Dewpatch padded in the Riverclan territory. She stopped as she smelt the border marker of the Shadowclan territory. She scrunched up her nose as it enveloped her nostrils. She then decided that she went far enough, and that she was far enough away from the camp. She sat down now and began to groom her white and grey patched fur. She assumed she was alone in the area.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 06:00 PM
Queenie

Dewpatch padded in the Riverclan territory. She stopped as she smelt the border marker of the Shadowclan territory. She scrunched up her nose as it enveloped her nostrils. She then decided that she went far enough, and that she was far enough away from the camp. She sat down now and began to groom her white and grey patched fur. She assumed she was alone in the area.
Leafstorm padded through the brush. He spotted a she-cat just up ahead, and thanks to his downwind advantage he was lucky to have the surprise. He walked out not minding the fact that he had come too close to the border. The tom had little respect for the clans agreement and did only what he thought he wanted. He smiled at her, but not a friendly smile. Her eyes creased and a shadow darkened over his face. "Why hello there..." Barely had he thought anyone deserved his attention, but today Leafstorm felt like a little mischief.

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 06:03 PM
Leafstorm padded through the brush. He spotted a she-cat just up ahead, and thanks to his downwind advantage he was lucky to have the surprise. He walked out not minding the fact that he had come too close to the border. The tom had little respect for the clans agreement and did only what he thought he wanted. He smiled at her, but not a friendly smile. Her eyes creased and a shadow darkened over his face. "Why hello there..." Barely had he thought anyone deserved his attention, but today Leafstorm felt like a little mischief.

"Hello," she mewed to the voice without looking up. She could tell it wasn't one from her clan. The cat, male, reaked of Thunderclan. She could hear the ground crunch under the tom's paws. "May I ask while your here?" she asked still not looking up.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 06:10 PM
"Hello," she mewed to the voice without looking up. She could tell it wasn't one from her clan. The cat, male, reaked of Thunderclan. She could hear the ground crunch under the tom's paws. "May I ask while your here?" she asked still not looking up.
"Many times I get bored with the world and need something to spice it up." His wicked face grew, and his claws slid out. He had no intention of hurting the Riverclan she-cat but he did have an intention of scaring her. His tail flicked as he spoke. "And. Such. Calming. Waters. You. Have." Leafstorms eyes glinted fiercely.

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 06:13 PM
"Many times I get bored with the world and need something to spice it up." His wicked face grew, and his claws slid out. He had no intention of hurting the Riverclan she-cat but he did have an intention of scaring her. His tail flicked as he spoke. "And. Such. Calming. Waters. You. Have." Leafstorms eyes glinted fiercely.

Dewpatch looked up now and saw his claws unsheathed. She let out a slight growl. "Well if you don't put those claws away. It is going to get real spicey," she said to him. The she-cat was normally not like this, but she was being threatened at the moment.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 06:23 PM
Dewpatch looked up now and saw his claws unsheathed. She let out a slight growl. "Well if you don't put those claws away. It is going to get real spicey," she said to him. The she-cat was normally not like this, but she was being threatened at the moment.
Leafstorm frowned. "Don't get firey, I come in.... well what a step DOWN from piece. Not the opposite, no I don't want to get dirty." He licked his paw barely retracting his claws.

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 06:28 PM
Leafstorm frowned. "Don't get firey, I come in.... well what a step DOWN from piece. Not the opposite, no I don't want to get dirty." He licked his paw barely retracting his claws.

"What is your name?" she asked watching him closely. Her green eyes scanning the area in the process to make sure he didn't bring any friends to attack her with.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 07:57 PM
Leafstorm surveyed the she-cat. She wasn't much too look at and hardly a threat. She looked weak much like Leafstorms apprentice. "Leafstorm." He spoke coldly. "Why do you want to know? Care to report me to your leader?" His glinting eyes showed disgust and hatred. For some reason this cats pestering questions made him furious. Although a great hider of emotions Leafstorm sat cooly and licked his paw.

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 08:22 PM
Leafstorm surveyed the she-cat. She wasn't much too look at and hardly a threat. She looked weak much like Leafstorms apprentice. "Leafstorm." He spoke coldly. "Why do you want to know? Care to report me to your leader?" His glinting eyes showed disgust and hatred. For some reason this cats pestering questions made him furious. Although a great hider of emotions Leafstorm sat cooly and licked his paw.

"No," she said simply. "I'm just kind. Kind cats asked for other's names," she mewed. "Either way, I'm Dewpatch," she said towards the male. "You seem a bit tense," she chuckled giving a smirk.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 08:53 PM
"No," she said simply. "I'm just kind. Kind cats asked for other's names," she mewed. "Either way, I'm Dewpatch," she said towards the male. "You seem a bit tense," she chuckled giving a smirk.

Leafstorm allowed himself to relax. "Tense? Why I think your underestimating me." Seeing her get closer he chuckled, "a warrior like yourself might not want to get so close to the border here."

Slash-GNR
January 2nd, 2017, 08:56 PM
Leafstorm allowed himself to relax. "Tense? Why I think your underestimating me." Seeing her get closer he chuckled, "a warrior like yourself might not want to get so close to the border here."

"Like myself?" she asked eyeing him. "What makes me different?" she asked as she padded over to the very tip of the border and looked him in the eyes daring him to answer.

Queenie
January 2nd, 2017, 10:21 PM
"Like myself?" she asked eyeing him. "What makes me different?" she asked as she padded over to the very tip of the border and looked him in the eyes daring him to answer.
"Did I ever say you were the different one?" Leafstorm rolled his eyes, "you mustn't be so self absorbed... Your not different and thats exactly why I chose you as my subject of assault today." The black cat flicked his tail at her. He sniffed at her fishy scent and puffed out his chest. His sharp claws slid back out, "careful there miss, wouldn't want you to get hurt now." Leafstorm growled.

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 06:57 AM
"Did I ever say you were the different one?" Leafstorm rolled his eyes, "you mustn't be so self absorbed... Your not different and thats exactly why I chose you as my subject of assault today." The black cat flicked his tail at her. He sniffed at her fishy scent and puffed out his chest. His sharp claws slid back out, "careful there miss, wouldn't want you to get hurt now." Leafstorm growled.

The she-cat chuckled, "It was the way you implied it sir, but as you wish. I am self-absorbed," she said which was a lie. Dewpatch watched as he became agressive. "Why don't you come over here on my side. I think we can arrange that, but it will be you who gets hurt," she hissed back to him.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 01:38 PM
The she-cat chuckled, "It was the way you implied it sir, but as you wish. I am self-absorbed," she said which was a lie. Dewpatch watched as he became agressive. "Why don't you come over here on my side. I think we can arrange that, but it will be you who gets hurt," she hissed back to him.
Leafstorm frowned, but secretly his smile was growing. "Now, now. You mustn't do things that could get your hurt." He narrowed his eyes as she hissed. This cat was by far the most peculiar he had ever met, switching from polite to threatening with one flick of the tail. He smoothed the hair on his back watching her carefully. "Why would I do anything you wanted?" He asked, raising his eyes.

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 04:58 PM
Leafstorm frowned, but secretly his smile was growing. "Now, now. You mustn't do things that could get your hurt." He narrowed his eyes as she hissed. This cat was by far the most peculiar he had ever met, switching from polite to threatening with one flick of the tail. He smoothed the hair on his back watching her carefully. "Why would I do anything you wanted?" He asked, raising his eyes.

The white and grey patched female lowered her haunches. "Just don't come on my side," she mewed. She sadly didn't have a come back to his last statement. She sat there now unsure what to do.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 05:05 PM
The white and grey patched female lowered her haunches. "Just don't come on my side," she mewed. She sadly didn't have a come back to his last statement. She sat there now unsure what to do.
"So now you don't want me to come onto your side." Leafstorms eyes glittered menacingly with the happiness confusing other cats gave him. This she-cat was definitely providing him with the pleasure of creating chaos. Such a step up from his boring life back in the Thunderclan camp. "Please Miss Dewpatch don't trouble yourself ." He traced his claw over the dirt crossing the invisible line and quickly pulling his paw back tauntingly. He watched himself do this and slowly looked up not moving his head to see if the she-cat was watching.

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 05:09 PM
"So now you don't want me to come onto your side." Leafstorms eyes glittered menacingly with the happiness confusing other cats gave him. This she-cat was definitely providing him with the pleasure of creating chaos. Such a step up from his boring life back in the Thunderclan camp. "Please Miss Dewpatch don't trouble yourself ." He traced his claw over the dirt crossing the invisible line and quickly pulling his paw back tauntingly. He watched himself do this and slowly looked up not moving his head to see if the she-cat was watching.

Dewpatch's fur rose as she saw the claw come over. She hissed as she pounced on the tom, but her claws were sheathed. "I told you not to come over to my side. I should have been more specific," she said as she pinned him down and looked at him. Her hazel green eyes looking to her paws to see if he would fight back.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 05:13 PM
Dewpatch's fur rose as she saw the claw come over. She hissed as she pounced on the tom, but her claws were sheathed. "I told you not to come over to my side. I should have been more specific," she said as she pinned him down and looked at him. Her hazel green eyes looking to her paws to see if he would fight back.
Leafstorm coughed and sputtered, at the she-cat quick movements. "Starclan! It was one claw!" He took a deep breath, which hurt because the she-cat was right on his lung. He smiled when he realized something. "Are.... you.... a honorable cat?" He asked. "I mean do you uphold the warrior code?"

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 05:18 PM
Leafstorm coughed and sputtered, at the she-cat quick movements. "Starclan! It was one claw!" He took a deep breath, which hurt because the she-cat was right on his lung. He smiled when he realized something. "Are.... you.... a honorable cat?" He asked. "I mean do you uphold the warrior code?"

The she-cat knew his tactic. "Yes," she said as she got off of him. She then backed up to a tree after realizing what she had done. She looked at her still out claws. She sheathed them as she looked at the male. She was stressed now. "I'm sorry," she simply said. It was unlike her to attack another cat. It was like something came over her. She was just stressed about all that was going on. New changes were happening in all the clans. She wasn't used to it. She scrunched her body up against the tree as far as she could. She was now on Thunderclan territory. The male could do as he wished now, and she understood that she deserved punishment.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 05:28 PM
The she-cat knew his tactic. "Yes," she said as she got off of him. She then backed up to a tree after realizing what she had done. She looked at her still out claws. She sheathed them as she looked at the male. She was stressed now. "I'm sorry," she simply said. It was unlike her to attack another cat. It was like something came over her. She was just stressed about all that was going on. New changes were happening in all the clans. She wasn't used to it. She scrunched her body up against the tree as far as she could. She was now on Thunderclan territory. The male could do as he wished now, and she understood that she deserved punishment.
"Its interesting you say that..." Leafstorm chuckled licking his chest. "Not only did you attack me you yourself crossed the border ENTIRELY, just to hurt me..." He trailed off flicking his tail in her face. The black cat ran up the tree Dewpatch was scrunched against. It was interesting to him how she gave so quickly.

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 05:30 PM
"Its interesting you say that..." Leafstorm chuckled licking his chest. "Not only did you attack me you yourself crossed the border ENTIRELY, just to hurt me..." He trailed off flicking his tail in her face. The black cat ran up the tree Dewpatch was scrunched against. It was interesting to him how she gave so quickly.

The she-cat looked up to the tom, "Your not going to punish me?" she asked tilting her head. "I deserve it," she mewed. This tom confused her. One moment he was begging for a fight, then the next he wouldn't even attack her. She was on his land.

(Oh and in the Star wars rp I responded to you)

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 06:01 PM
The she-cat looked up to the tom, "Your not going to punish me?" she asked tilting her head. "I deserve it," she mewed. This tom confused her. One moment he was begging for a fight, then the next he wouldn't even attack her. She was on his land.

(Oh and in the Star wars rp I responded to you)
Leafstorm tilted his head. "Why would I attack you? I earn nothing from that, just a ruffled pelt. Your weak." He called down from the tree. He looked down again and realized she was still there. "You can leave now! I don't care about you!"

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 06:02 PM
Leafstorm tilted his head. "Why would I attack you? I earn nothing from that, just a ruffled pelt. Your weak." He called down from the tree. He looked down again and realized she was still there. "You can leave now! I don't care about you!"

"Fine," she said as she began to pad across the border. She dare not look back at the dark colored male. She tried to redeem herself, but she felt like she got slapped on the face. She passed the border.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 06:47 PM
"Fine," she said as she began to pad across the border. She dare not look back at the dark colored male. She tried to redeem herself, but she felt like she got slapped on the face. She passed the border.
Leafstorm watched the she-cat go. He was a little disappointed. The black tom did his best not to call out for her. He was enjoying himself, making her feel uncomfortable. He frowned to himself. Why did he feel so sad?

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 06:52 PM
Leafstorm watched the she-cat go. He was a little disappointed. The black tom did his best not to call out for her. He was enjoying himself, making her feel uncomfortable. He frowned to himself. Why did he feel so sad?

Dewpatch slowed her pace a bit to see if the tom would call after her. She wanted to give him a chance to communicate with her. She was about to cross over the hill that led to the stream.

Queenie
January 3rd, 2017, 07:43 PM
Dewpatch slowed her pace a bit to see if the tom would call after her. She wanted to give him a chance to communicate with her. She was about to cross over the hill that led to the stream.
Leafstorm watched her with careful eyes. He felt a boiling hatred for her all of a sudden and yowled out, "get on! Go back to your stupid clan!" Surprised by his own outburst Leafstorm sat up abruptly. He jumped down from his branch, and turned away from her. Quickly disappearing into the woods.

Slash-GNR
January 3rd, 2017, 07:45 PM
Leafstorm watched her with careful eyes. He felt a boiling hatred for her all of a sudden and yowled out, "get on! Go back to your stupid clan!" Surprised by his own outburst Leafstorm sat up abruptly. He jumped down from his branch, and turned away from her. Quickly disappearing into the woods.

Dewpatch hissed as he yowled at her. She then ran back to the stream, and to her clan.

NightWarrior4Life
January 6th, 2017, 10:36 AM
"Fleck slow down!"
"No. Go and check around the territory for any adult cats..."
"Fine..." But just as she stormed off, she came right back "Riverclan! I swear I saw a RiverClan patrol!"
"Let's get moving then, come on...over here, in this bush..."

Hawkfrost
January 27th, 2017, 10:39 AM
Ferntail glances at the border, wanting to see something happen. She tears at the grass restlessly under her paws, watching. Suddenly, she sees a flash of movement. ThunderClan patrol! she thinks.

Hawkfrost
January 27th, 2017, 10:43 AM
She stares at the patrol in front of her. It was made up of a brown tom, a ginger she-cat and a strong-looking black tom. Ferntail steps back a step.
"What are you doing here?" Ferntail snarls.
"Just patrolling," responds the ginger she-cat. Ferntail nods, still alert, and jumps into the bushes. She stalks the patrol from the shrubs, trying not to be heard. She thinks it might work. Then she steps on a twig. The patrol spots her and yowls. Startled, Ferntail runs all the way back to the RiverClan camp.

FlashFanatic
February 4th, 2017, 01:52 PM
{ Gusty }

Pineshadow slipped away from the patrol, his eyes constantly looking back at his patrol that he abandoned. He felt bad, just leaving them behind. But then once again, what would the do if they loved someone on the other side of the border? Diverting his attention back to the border, he silently tip-toed ahead towards the Riverclan border. This time, he decided to be calm, and not bounce around everywhere. As he approached the border, he still had a giddy feeling in his stomach. He felt like that the whole clan was fighting another clan in his stomach. For some odd reason, he felt nervous. What if she announces that there are kits? What if we get caught? What if... someone kills her? He worried, his eyes getting glossy. Suddenly, he blinked the oncoming tears out of his eyes and shook his head. Now's not the time for worrying. He thought, and looked into Riverclan territory. He didn't see Blizzardfoot, but he had a feeling that she was coming. It was like they could read eachothers minds. He hoped not. Pineshadow shivered t the thought of knowing what was going through Blizardfoot's mind. He had no idea what things he would find in there. It's not like he wanted to know.

{Whoa that's long}

goddess of ducks
February 9th, 2017, 06:03 AM
Kolabear360
Webclaw slowed his pace as he neared the border. He inhaled deeply, checking for early signs that there was not a Thunderclan patrol there. Luckily, he only smelled stale scents, which left them alone, and hopefully out of any trouble that could have occurred had there been another patrol. "Alright Ripplepaw, tell me what you see, what you smell, what you hear. When checking the borders, you need to be cautious that there aren't any cats on the ther side." He instructed. The young Siamese warrior looked tense. Whereas he had been calm and cocky near the camp, he was tense now. His ears were pricked forwards, allowing him to hear even the slightest sounds. His nostrils were flared, another way to alert him that they were not alone any more. His tail too had seemed to change attitudes. He was always one for messing around with his tail, swinging it this way and that, but now it laid flat behind him, stiff and rigid, only the tail tip twitching in anticipation.

Gusty
February 9th, 2017, 09:08 AM
{ TehDerpyShoelace I'm sorry for the late reply, I haven't been really active the past few days but my activeness should be going up soon. Btw, is the love-triangle plot going to happen still?}

Blizzardfoot trampled over towards the ThunderClan border, inhaling the scents that were close by. She could smell a patrol coming around her way, but she just moved around it. The molly padded forwards, keeping her senses sharp, waiting for the right tom to come by.

Pineshadow. The pair didn't get to talk much during the gathering, due to the cramped circumstances. There were just way too many cats there- way too many conversations, and although she usually enjoyed the lasting company of others, she still wanted privacy. Especially with Pineshadow.

It would be nice if Pine and her had some alone time. Their border meetings were always so short. They were always interrupted by other cats, or pulled apart by some other force. Blizzardfoot generally didn't complain, but she couldn't help but feel a longing to spend some time with him.

"Hi!" She chirped, when her eyes finally laid onto the tom she hoped to see. The ThunderClan tom seemed quite lost in thought, as if he were daydreaming in the distance. "Pine, are you okay?"

lone
February 16th, 2017, 10:10 PM
@Wolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=413)
(SablelightxSprucewhisker)

Sablelight stood at the border, the wind blowing through her short fur. The strong scent of RiverClan was almost overpowering here, but Sablelight didn't mind- she really didn't mind. If she were being honest, she kind of liked it...the excitement and promise of meeting a cat from another Clan, not to mention the fact that they always thought she was some dumb she cat- and then she got to prove them wrong. That was probably Sablelight's favorite part of every venture out to the border. The she cat's tail flicked as her hues scanned the border, making sure that there were no RiverClan cats venturing too close- and if there were, they were either really brave or really stupid. With my luck, they're going to be really stupid. Sablelight thought with a sigh. It wasn't that she had anything particular against RiverClan...just some of the cats who lived there weren't the smartest. They seemed to make some bad decisions. Decisions that Sablelight didn't necessarily agree with, but then again, there were cats in ThunderClan she didn't agree with either. She didn't necessarily agree with the new leader, although she was just glad to have Ratnight out of ThunderClan. SkyClan. That had been their rescuer, SkyClan. The leader had seemed nice...although Sablelight now knew that she had been very, very wrong about him.

She didn't really know if she were doing the right thing by coming here and hoping to meet a cat. In all honesty, this was probably the exact opposite of what she should be doing. She should be going to find someone in her own Clan and get to know them. I am loyal. I'm not one of those cats who's going to go behind my leader's back and get involved with a cat from another Clan. Friends would be fine. Sablelight told herself firmly. As long as she didn't allow their friendship to get in the way, there wasn't any reason why she shouldn't be around these cats. Sablelight yawned, revealing ivory white fangs and a pale pink tongue before they were once again enclosed by her maw. She could still smell the overwhelming stench of fish and a damp, musky scent that was that of RiverClan cats...the more familiar smell of the woods and comforting ThunderClan cats was fading.

It wasn't as though Sablelight were afraid of cats from another Clan...she wouldn't be here if she were. She was simply wondering whether she should be here without another cat or not. She had heard of brutal attacks on the border and felt a warning prickle at her spine as the stench of RiverClan began to take over her senses. Her head felt light and she took a step back from the border, back closer to the trees, hoping that she wouldn't be overwhelmed by the scent back here. The snow on the ground was thick and had her sinking deeper into the snow, as she tried to pick her paws up so that she wouldn't sink quite so deep. She didn't like the thicker, deeper snow. If she were going to be in snow, she'd prefer it to be back in the woods, where she was actually used to it, although she knew she would have to learn. She'd been ThunderClan born, and still wasn't used to the deep drifts of snow.

And somehow...she still wasn't used to the other Clans.

FlashFanatic
February 26th, 2017, 07:39 AM
{ TehDerpyShoelace I'm sorry for the late reply, I haven't been really active the past few days but my activeness should be going up soon. Btw, is the love-triangle plot going to happen still?}

Blizzardfoot trampled over towards the ThunderClan border, inhaling the scents that were close by. She could smell a patrol coming around her way, but she just moved around it. The molly padded forwards, keeping her senses sharp, waiting for the right tom to come by.

Pineshadow. The pair didn't get to talk much during the gathering, due to the cramped circumstances. There were just way too many cats there- way too many conversations, and although she usually enjoyed the lasting company of others, she still wanted privacy. Especially with Pineshadow.

It would be nice if Pine and her had some alone time. Their border meetings were always so short. They were always interrupted by other cats, or pulled apart by some other force. Blizzardfoot generally didn't complain, but she couldn't help but feel a longing to spend some time with him.

"Hi!" She chirped, when her eyes finally laid onto the tom she hoped to see. The ThunderClan tom seemed quite lost in thought, as if he were daydreaming in the distance. "Pine, are you okay?"


{Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen.}

Pineshadow, sulking in the bushes, was a funny sight to see. He was always annoyed at how him and Blizzardfoot never got to spend any time together. The last time they tried talking was at the gathering, but it was way to loud and cramped. They couldn't really share their feelings for eachother when they are at a loud, cramped gathering. The time before that, the fire had started, which then he had to go and help his clan. He just hoped that this time they had some time alone.

That also striked another problem. If they had time alone, what would they talk about? Events that happened? How much they love eachother? To Pineshadow, he was a pretty boring cat. Eat, sleep, hunt, fight. That was pretty much his normal routine, the life of a clan cat. While the brown tabby was thinking, he didn't realize that Blizzardfoot was there. Then, he heard someone. His first instinct was to run away, but then he realized that someone was asking if he was okay. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He said in a grumpy voice, not fully aware that Blizzardfoot was there. When he looked up, he saw The pretty white cat. "Oh!" He said, and jumped backwards in surprise. "i didn't realize it was you?"

Pineshadow started laughing, and collapsed to the ground in a fit of laughter. He didn't care how dumb he looked, only because it was Blizzardfoot that was there. Then he realized how dumb he actually looked. Blizzardfoot probably thought that he went crazy between now and the gathering. It wasn't often that he burst into maniacal fits of laughter. The brown tabby got up, and swiftly cleaned his fur. "Sorry about that." He said, trying to sound formal. He bit his lip, trying not to burst into laughter again. "So, how are you?" He asked, trying his bst to change the subject.

{Oh my long wow}

FlashFanatic
March 4th, 2017, 12:32 PM
{Yeah, I don't think that is going to happen.}

Pineshadow, sulking in the bushes, was a funny sight to see. He was always annoyed at how him and Blizzardfoot never got to spend any time together. The last time they tried talking was at the gathering, but it was way to loud and cramped. They couldn't really share their feelings for eachother when they are at a loud, cramped gathering. The time before that, the fire had started, which then he had to go and help his clan. He just hoped that this time they had some time alone.

That also striked another problem. If they had time alone, what would they talk about? Events that happened? How much they love eachother? To Pineshadow, he was a pretty boring cat. Eat, sleep, hunt, fight. That was pretty much his normal routine, the life of a clan cat. While the brown tabby was thinking, he didn't realize that Blizzardfoot was there. Then, he heard someone. His first instinct was to run away, but then he realized that someone was asking if he was okay. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He said in a grumpy voice, not fully aware that Blizzardfoot was there. When he looked up, he saw The pretty white cat. "Oh!" He said, and jumped backwards in surprise. "i didn't realize it was you?"

Pineshadow started laughing, and collapsed to the ground in a fit of laughter. He didn't care how dumb he looked, only because it was Blizzardfoot that was there. Then he realized how dumb he actually looked. Blizzardfoot probably thought that he went crazy between now and the gathering. It wasn't often that he burst into maniacal fits of laughter. The brown tabby got up, and swiftly cleaned his fur. "Sorry about that." He said, trying to sound formal. He bit his lip, trying not to burst into laughter again. "So, how are you?" He asked, trying his bst to change the subject.

{Oh my long wow}

{ Gusty }

Gusty
March 5th, 2017, 03:50 PM
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Blizzardfoot watched Pine's realization with interest. It was such a small thing to laugh about, but it brought the molly joy. "Oh, silly." She muttered playfully, flicking her tail in amusement. "You don't need to be sorry. I do things like that all the time."

She paused before answering the next question. "And yeah, I'm doing well. Life's getting a little bit too monotone for my liking. I wish something exciting could happen." Her eyes wandered to the tom's soft eyes. "What about you? Is it the normal? Do you have, umm, a mate or anything like that?" She asked the last part semi-awkwardly, with flattened ears. Time passed between the gathering and now. Who knows what happened then?

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 12:24 AM
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A large multi-colored tom walked through the edges of the Riverclan border. It wasn't his turn to take patrols, but he felt like getting away from the clan for some silence, for some alone time. It wasn't that Mixedfur hate his clan. He loved his clan, really. He truly would do anything to protect them.

But even the giant tom got tired. Though he was a friendly and respectable giant, he had a temper that he needed to keep bay. Although he had a nice time playing with the kits, and taking care of the elders. He really would had loved to climb up the tallest tree, and nap on the branch. That sounded like a heavy dream that kept moving away from him. Floating on a cloud.

Mixedfur shook his head out his thoughts. He had to pay attention since he allowed himself to be out here for a while. Just looking into the distance where Thunderclan was set. He never thought highly of the cheap riffraffs, as he liked to call them. He also never cared much for their presence. Mixedfur always thought of them as stealing poachers, thinking of their kills that were somehow taken.

He always blamed Thunderclan. It was always thunderclan. Riverclan was filled with the good cats. All the cats that would go to Starclan someday, but thunderclan seemed evil. Just like the other clans.

Not that Mixedfur didn't respect the other clans. Because of the warrior code, he had too. He had neutral respect for the other leaders and their clans, really. It was embedded in him, ever since he was a small kit, that riverclan was forever best and the other clans could compare to anything less. He remembered his parents always telling him that before he became a warrior. Before he even became an apprentice!

It was natural for the thought to grow within him. And, he gradually begin to believe it all. After all, wasn't it true? That riverclan was the best and the clans could compare to anything less?

Again, he was lost in his thoughts. And, he blamed Thunderclan for making him distracted. The large tom sat up from his seat, his fur becoming downy and clinging to him. He begin to walk around, slowly. Noticing every detail of observing his territory, and to protect his clan from any outsiders.

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March 16th, 2017, 12:36 AM
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A large multi-colored tom walked through the edges of the Riverclan border. It wasn't his turn to take patrols, but he felt like getting away from the clan for some silence, for some alone time. It wasn't that Mixedfur hate his clan. He loved his clan, really. He truly would do anything to protect them.

But even the giant tom got tired. Though he was a friendly and respectable giant, he had a temper that he needed to keep bay. Although he had a nice time playing with the kits, and taking care of the elders. He really would had loved to climb up the tallest tree, and nap on the branch. That sounded like a heavy dream that kept moving away from him. Floating on a cloud.

Mixedfur shook his head out his thoughts. He had to pay attention since he allowed himself to be out here for a while. Just looking into the distance where Thunderclan was set. He never thought highly of the cheap riffraffs, as he liked to call them. He also never cared much for their presence. Mixedfur always thought of them as stealing poachers, thinking of their kills that were somehow taken.

He always blamed Thunderclan. It was always thunderclan. Riverclan was filled with the good cats. All the cats that would go to Starclan someday, but thunderclan seemed evil. Just like the other clans.

Not that Mixedfur didn't respect the other clans. Because of the warrior code, he had too. He had neutral respect for the other leaders and their clans, really. It was embedded in him, ever since he was a small kit, that riverclan was forever best and the other clans could compare to anything less. He remembered his parents always telling him that before he became a warrior. Before he even became an apprentice!

It was natural for the thought to grow within him. And, he gradually begin to believe it all. After all, wasn't it true? That riverclan was the best and the clans could compare to anything less?

Again, he was lost in his thoughts. And, he blamed Thunderclan for making him distracted. The large tom sat up from his seat, his fur becoming downy and clinging to him. He begin to walk around, slowly. Noticing every detail of observing his territory, and to protect his clan from any outsiders.

Splashheart padded along the border, her ears pricked up. The blue-gray she-cat gave her pelt a shake, her nose twitching as she took in the smells. Since she was at the RiverClan border she could smell fish, and - Yuck! Who would want to eat something that smelled so vile? A RiverClan cat, those mangy otter-cats.

Splashheart snickered at her own thought, letting herself relax as she continued on, head held high. The faint scent of a RiverClan cat hit her nose, which wrinkled almost immediately as she suppressed a groan, but pressed on, trying not to breathe in the smell too much.

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 12:45 AM
Splashheart padded along the border, her ears pricked up. The blue-gray she-cat gave her pelt a shake, her nose twitching as she took in the smells. Since she was at the RiverClan border she could smell fish, and - Yuck! Who would want to eat something that smelled so vile? A RiverClan cat, those mangy otter-cats.

Splashheart snickered at her own thought, letting herself relax as she continued on, head held high. The faint scent of a RiverClan cat hit her nose, which wrinkled almost immediately as she suppressed a groan, but pressed on, trying not to breathe in the smell too much.

Mixedfur padded along, taking in the scenery. He always thought it was beautiful. From the blue colored sky, to the soft green-yellowish grass. He just loved to look at it. Appreciate it, unlike most cats.

When he smelled a certain scent, he choked down a hiss. His eyes immediately came into contact with a thunderclan cat. He could smell the foreign scent on her pelt. She even looked like a stealing poacher in his opinion! This did not sit well with him.

''Halt!'' He called. His voice deep with authority. He padded up to her, standing tall, but looking down into her eyes. He wanted to appear menacing, to display dominance. ''I have no right to stop you from doing your...duties.'' He looked her up and down as if checking her out. Inwardly, he wanted to find something to judge her about, but she didn't seem like an aggressive type. Again, the eyes could be deceiving. ''Just making sure you don't cause any trouble. I know how you...''He hissed lowly. ''Thunderclan cats do it.'' He flicked his tail, twitching it out of annoyance. Just to think he would had some alone time! Now, he had another nuisance to get rid of! Hopefully!

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March 16th, 2017, 09:23 AM
Mixedfur padded along, taking in the scenery. He always thought it was beautiful. From the blue colored sky, to the soft green-yellowish grass. He just loved to look at it. Appreciate it, unlike most cats.

When he smelled a certain scent, he choked down a hiss. His eyes immediately came into contact with a thunderclan cat. He could smell the foreign scent on her pelt. She even looked like a stealing poacher in his opinion! This did not sit well with him.

''Halt!'' He called. His voice deep with authority. He padded up to her, standing tall, but looking down into her eyes. He wanted to appear menacing, to display dominance. ''I have no right to stop you from doing your...duties.'' He looked her up and down as if checking her out. Inwardly, he wanted to find something to judge her about, but she didn't seem like an aggressive type. Again, the eyes could be deceiving. ''Just making sure you don't cause any trouble. I know how you...''He hissed lowly. ''Thunderclan cats do it.'' He flicked his tail, twitching it out of annoyance. Just to think he would had some alone time! Now, he had another nuisance to get rid of! Hopefully!

Splashheart's eyes narrowed as the Tom stopped her, making the she-cat roll her blue eyes. Great, now the RiverClan scent was all up her nose! Curling her lip, the blue/gray she-cat stepped back, nose wrinkled in disgust. Then her eyes widened and her ears shot up. "How us ThunderClan cats do it? She narrowed her eyes into a glare at the other warrior, her tail thrashing. "Im not gonna cause any trouble. If anything you're the one causing the trouble stopping me from patrolling." She sniffed, nose still wrinkled up as she tried not to inhale too much.

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 11:24 AM
Splashheart's eyes narrowed as the Tom stopped her, making the she-cat roll her blue eyes. Great, now the RiverClan scent was all up her nose! Curling her lip, the blue/gray she-cat stepped back, nose wrinkled in disgust. Then her eyes widened and her ears shot up. "How us ThunderClan cats do it? She narrowed her eyes into a glare at the other warrior, her tail thrashing. "Im not gonna cause any trouble. If anything you're the one causing the trouble stopping me from patrolling." She sniffed, nose still wrinkled up as she tried not to inhale too much.

Mixedfur did not like the attitude of this she-cat. He always was respected because he always gave respect. At least in his clan it was always a great deal of respect. And, he wondered if all thunderclan she-cats were this way. He slightly looked away from her in a pompous act, rolling his eyes in the process. Hearing her words made him laugh. And, he snickered. ''Of course. I had to stop you before you think about stealing our prey. Thunderclan cats are not at all innocent, in the least.'' The large tom slowly bowed down to glare at the female before him. She looked disgusted, evidently. Maybe suffocating in the well-known scent of fish. The best food in the world to Mixedfur! Besides, he wasn't taking a liking to her scent either, feeling offended in the same matter as she was. After staring her down with his yellow eyes further, he slowly turned around. He let his guard down. He knew she was not a threat. This made him mumbled something inaudible to hear, ''As long as you stay on YOUR side of the border. Then, everything shall be good.'' The tom said loudly, and clearly. He walked a few paces away from her, but he always kept his eyes lingering on her next move.

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March 16th, 2017, 12:06 PM
Mixedfur did not like the attitude of this she-cat. He always was respected because he always gave respect. At least in his clan it was always a great deal of respect. And, he wondered if all thunderclan she-cats were this way. He slightly looked away from her in a pompous act, rolling his eyes in the process. Hearing her words made him laugh. And, he snickered. ''Of course. I had to stop you before you think about stealing our prey. Thunderclan cats are not at all innocent, in the least.'' The large tom slowly bowed down to glare at the female before him. She looked disgusted, evidently. Maybe suffocating in the well-known scent of fish. The best food in the world to Mixedfur! Besides, he wasn't taking a liking to her scent either, feeling offended in the same matter as she was. After staring her down with his yellow eyes further, he slowly turned around. He let his guard down. He knew she was not a threat. This made him mumbled something inaudible to hear, ''As long as you stay on YOUR side of the border. Then, everything shall be good.'' The tom said loudly, and clearly. He walked a few paces away from her, but he always kept his eyes lingering on her next move.

Splashheart had to laugh at his words, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Why would I steal your prey?" She asked with a giggle. There was no anger in her tone, merely sounding amused. She smirked as the tom turned away. "First off I cant handle the smell of your stinky fish, much less want to eat it. And as for not being innocent, you're right, im trouble. But I know the warrior code." She raised an eyebrow at the Tom, her smirk vanishing as a serious look crossed her face. "And believe me, I have no intent on crossing into your territory." She scoffed, turning her head away from him. "If I did it would mean i'd have to smell your stench and I dont want that."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 02:30 PM
Splashheart had to laugh at his words, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Why would I steal your prey?" She asked with a giggle. There was no anger in her tone, merely sounding amused. She smirked as the tom turned away. "First off I cant handle the smell of your stinky fish, much less want to eat it. And as for not being innocent, you're right, im trouble. But I know the warrior code." She raised an eyebrow at the Tom, her smirk vanishing as a serious look crossed her face. "And believe me, I have no intent on crossing into your territory." She scoffed, turning her head away from him. "If I did it would mean i'd have to smell your stench and I dont want that."

Mixedfur was highly offender, and he tried to muster up his pride to not cross the border and pin the female to her place. He never pinned a female down, always respecting them, but this one was getting on his nerves. She was setting him on edge. ‘’How dare you say our fish is stinky!?’’ He shouted lowly at her. He didn’t want to cause a disturbance around them. Then, the large tom snickered. ‘’Trouble, huh?’’ And, once again he looked the feline over. She had grey and white fur. She had blue eyes. Yet, she did not look to be much trouble to him, as she claimed. ‘’You don’t even look harmful. Why don’t you go climb a tree or something? Stay out of danger.’’ He lashed his tail at insulting her. Mixedfur didn’t fear her. He had nothing to fear.

The large tom then made out a scoff at her next set of words, still offended. ‘’My scent stinks, huh?’’ He narrowed his eyes, and decided to mock her. He ran back over to her, stopping in front of her. Even though he was within the thunderclan border, he did not care. Instead, he allowed himself to brush alongside the female hoping that his scent would cling to her as if she been a riverclan cat all her life. When he backed away from her, he whispered huskily in her ear, ‘’How’s that for a stinky stench?’’ A purr rumbled from his throat.

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March 16th, 2017, 02:39 PM
Mixedfur was highly offender, and he tried to muster up his pride to not cross the border and pin the female to her place. He never pinned a female down, always respecting them, but this one was getting on his nerves. She was setting him on edge. ‘’How dare you say our fish is stinky!?’’ He shouted lowly at her. He didn’t want to cause a disturbance around them. Then, the large tom snickered. ‘’Trouble, huh?’’ And, once again he looked the feline over. She had grey and white fur. She had blue eyes. Yet, she did not look to be much trouble to him, as she claimed. ‘’You don’t even look harmful. Why don’t you go climb a tree or something? Stay out of danger.’’ He lashed his tail at insulting her. Mixedfur didn’t fear her. He had nothing to fear.

The large tom then made out a scoff at her next set of words, still offended. ‘’My scent stinks, huh?’’ He narrowed his eyes, and decided to mock her. He ran back over to her, stopping in front of her. Even though he was within the thunderclan border, he did not care. Instead, he allowed himself to brush alongside the female hoping that his scent would cling to her as if she been a riverclan cat all her life. When he backed away from her, he whispered huskily in her ear, ‘’How’s that for a stinky stench?’’ A purr rumbled from his throat.

Splashheart scowled at him. "For your information, I am quite capable of causing trouble!" She huffed in annoyance, slightly offended by his remark. If he's making fun of my height, i'll.. Her thoughts trailed off when she heard him scoff, annoyance making her fur prickle.

"Yeah, it do--What are you doing?" Splashheart's eyes blazed as she watched him cross the border, but before she could even think to unsheath her claws he was brushing his fur against hers. She coughed, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she pulled back, eyes slitting at the Tom. Though she felt warmth rush to her face, her ears growing hot as he purred in her ear. She shook her head, stopping the thoughts before they even came. This was a RiverClan cat for StarClan's sake!

Scowling, she lifted a paw to her nose to try and block out the stench that now clung to her fur. "You fur-brain!" She hissed. "What am I gonna say to my Clanmates when I come back smelling like a yucky RiverClan cat? 'Oh the smell? Yeah a RiverClan tom decided to rub against me!'? Ugh, as if the stench wasnt bad enough now they're gonna suspect something!" She spat, her ears flattening to her skull as she gave him a glare.

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 02:52 PM
Splashheart scowled at him. "For your information, I am quite capable of causing trouble!" She huffed in annoyance, slightly offended by his remark. If he's making fun of my height, i'll.. Her thoughts trailed off when she heard him scoff, annoyance making her fur prickle.

"Yeah, it do--What are you doing?" Splashheart's eyes blazed as she watched him cross the border, but before she could even think to unsheath her claws he was brushing his fur against hers. She coughed, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she pulled back, eyes slitting at the Tom. Though she felt warmth rush to her face, her ears growing hot as he purred in her ear. She shook her head, stopping the thoughts before they even came. This was a RiverClan cat for StarClan's sake!

Scowling, she lifted a paw to her nose to try and block out the stench that now clung to her fur. "You fur-brain!" She hissed. "What am I gonna say to my Clanmates when I come back smelling like a yucky RiverClan cat? 'Oh the smell? Yeah a RiverClan tom decided to rub against me!'? Ugh, as if the stench wasnt bad enough now they're gonna suspect something!" She spat, her ears flattening to her skull as she gave him a glare.

Mixedfur found the small she-cat amusing. He gave her a charming, teasing-like smile at her sudden outburst. ‘’If it’s ANYTHING, you smell A LOT better.’’ He praised her, rolling his eyes when she tried to cover out the scent.

His ears perked, and he did wonder what the thunderclan cats might think when they saw her again. With her smelling of a riverclan cat. They could think the worse. Fearing that she went off with a riverclan tom and ended back there pregnant. The thought was farfetched, but to Mixed everything that thunderclan did was farfetched.

Mixedfur shrugged. ‘’I guess you’ll be staying out of your clan for a while.’’ His voice grew deep, again wrapping around a sense of authority. ‘’It’s not that bad. On your end at least. But with me? I’m horrified that I’m even stuck with you! But, at least I don’t have to smell your starclan forsaken scent.’’ The thunderclan scent was still lingering on her faintly, but since he was in the thunderclan territory, the stench was wavering in his nostrils. He wanted to throw back up his lunch.

Again, the large mixed-colored tom was offended. And, he stared at her with a dull look in his eyes. He found her behavior pathetic, but it entertaining. She made him laugh inside. He cleared his throat, pulling himself closer to her. ‘’We’re not bad, you know. You’ll get used to it.’’ The tom snickered, enjoying the aggressive state that the small she-cat was in.

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March 16th, 2017, 03:22 PM
Mixedfur found the small she-cat amusing. He gave her a charming, teasing-like smile at her sudden outburst. ‘’If it’s ANYTHING, you smell A LOT better.’’ He praised her, rolling his eyes when she tried to cover out the scent.

His ears perked, and he did wonder what the thunderclan cats might think when they saw her again. With her smelling of a riverclan cat. They could think the worse. Fearing that she went off with a riverclan tom and ended back there pregnant. The thought was farfetched, but to Mixed everything that thunderclan did was farfetched.

Mixedfur shrugged. ‘’I guess you’ll be staying out of your clan for a while.’’ His voice grew deep, again wrapping around a sense of authority. ‘’It’s not that bad. On your end at least. But with me? I’m horrified that I’m even stuck with you! But, at least I don’t have to smell your starclan forsaken scent.’’ The thunderclan scent was still lingering on her faintly, but since he was in the thunderclan territory, the stench was wavering in his nostrils. He wanted to throw back up his lunch.

Again, the large mixed-colored tom was offended. And, he stared at her with a dull look in his eyes. He found her behavior pathetic, but it entertaining. She made him laugh inside. He cleared his throat, pulling himself closer to her. ‘’We’re not bad, you know. You’ll get used to it.’’ The tom snickered, enjoying the aggressive state that the small she-cat was in.

"Like i'd believe that." Splashheart spat, her ears flat to her head. Her eyes hardened, the Tom seemed amused, and that thought was enough to make the tingling feeling his smile gave her, go away. She scoffed, and rolled her eyes.

The stench that now clung to her fur made her want to barf, and she couldnt imagine her Clanmates reaction. And Snowsong, what's she gonna think? The thought sent an almost panicked feeling through the she-cat before it dissolved. Snowsong was the deputy, but she was also her sister. Maybe she'd take Splashheart's word for it. But at the same time Splash had a tendency to lie, to cover up things and sometimes she was caught in a lie. The thought made her blood run cold once more, her fur prickling with unease. I'll tell the truth, i'll tell them everything....Besides, they know I hate those mangy RiverClan cats right? Snowsong especially, and Foxthorn can vouch that I would never....Do anything with one of the otter-cats.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she went back to glaring at the Tom, nose wrinkled. "Wha--I cant just not go back to camp, mousebrain." She growled at him, forcing her fur flat. The Tom was so ignorant - Did he have any idea what kind of trouble she could get into? He wouldnt care, Her lip curled briefly. He's a RiverClan cat, they only care for themselves.

The she-cat rolled her eyes again at his next sentence, feeling her anger rise back up but this time she managed not to get as furious as before. A scowl riddled her face as she eyed the colorful Tom, the blue/gray she-cat's dark blue eyes mere slits. "At least I dont smell like..." She didnt finish her sentence, her words ending in a groan. "Okay, so I do smell like a rotten fish now. Ugh." She huffed out, shaking her head. She watched, her expression guarded as he moved closer to her. Again she felt the heat rise up to her face, her ears flicking back. As she studied him she did have to admit he was a well-looking Tom, sturdy looking and muscular, as plump as all RiverClan cats..

Stop it, mouse-brain. Splashheart mentally cursed herself, shaking her head and snapping back to reality in time to hear his next words. The she-cat glared at the Tom in front of her, her expression hostile. "Get used to your fishy stench?" She rolled her eyes. "Well now I have to until it wears off, thanks to you."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 03:45 PM
"Like i'd believe that." Splashheart spat, her ears flat to her head. Her eyes hardened, the Tom seemed amused, and that thought was enough to make the tingling feeling his smile gave her, go away. She scoffed, and rolled her eyes.

The stench that now clung to her fur made her want to barf, and she couldnt imagine her Clanmates reaction. And Snowsong, what's she gonna think? The thought sent an almost panicked feeling through the she-cat before it dissolved. Snowsong was the deputy, but she was also her sister. Maybe she'd take Splashheart's word for it. But at the same time Splash had a tendency to lie, to cover up things and sometimes she was caught in a lie. The thought made her blood run cold once more, her fur prickling with unease. I'll tell the truth, i'll tell them everything....Besides, they know I hate those mangy RiverClan cats right? Snowsong especially, and Foxthorn can vouch that I would never....Do anything with one of the otter-cats.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she went back to glaring at the Tom, nose wrinkled. "Wha--I cant just not go back to camp, mousebrain." She growled at him, forcing her fur flat. The Tom was so ignorant - Did he have any idea what kind of trouble she could get into? He wouldnt care, Her lip curled briefly. He's a RiverClan cat, they only care for themselves.

The she-cat rolled her eyes again at his next sentence, feeling her anger rise back up but this time she managed not to get as furious as before. A scowl riddled her face as she eyed the colorful Tom, the blue/gray she-cat's dark blue eyes mere slits. "At least I dont smell like..." She didnt finish her sentence, her words ending in a groan. "Okay, so I do smell like a rotten fish now. Ugh." She huffed out, shaking her head. She watched, her expression guarded as he moved closer to her. Again she felt the heat rise up to her face, her ears flicking back. As she studied him she did have to admit he was a well-looking Tom, sturdy looking and muscular, as plump as all RiverClan cats..

Stop it, mouse-brain. Splashheart mentally cursed herself, shaking her head and snapping back to reality in time to hear his next words. The she-cat glared at the Tom in front of her, her expression hostile. "Get used to your fishy stench?" She rolled her eyes. "Well now I have to until it wears off, thanks to you."

Mixedfur found her humorous. Yet, annoying. ‘’Then, don’t.’’ He told her flatly, getting up from his spot, and going back over to his side of the border. He flicked his tail towards her, slightly looking back and throwing her a smirk. ‘’But, you’re not following me. So, good luck with whatever you’re going to do. It was nice knowing you, beautiful.’’

Mixedfur took one last look at the small she-cat, embracing in his victory. He hoped she learned her lessons of being an intolerant she-cat! They he had profound respect for any cat that crossed his path--within his own clan-- he was not the least bit happy with how this she-cat was acting towards him. And, he didn’t even know her name! He wondered what he would call her, and figured that it didn’t matter. It might be a one time opportunity that they would meet anyway.

The large tom found a tree, a good distance away from the she-cat. The tree was somewhat in the middle, on the side of Riverclan, yet bordering thunderclan. He raked the tree with his claws, and pondered how he was going to get up there.

Swiftly, he did jump onto the first branch, and he jumped once again until he landed on the top branch, hidden from the eyes of others. He did still see the she-cat, and he felt a bit of sorry for her. Having to ruin her chance at going back to her clan without getting in trouble for smelling like a...what? A rotten fish? This made him laugh loudly, as he couldn’t contain himself. Then, his sorry mode went away, and he assumed she deserved it for acting in such a way.

Mixedfur laid down on the branch, his tail swishing slightly behind him. He continued to stare at the feline, noting her grouchy mood that he had caused. Somehow he found her intriguing, and he watched her every move, wondering what her next plan was. From above, he teased her, ‘’You could always swim the scent off, sweetness, if it bothers you that much!’’ He called out, and laughed lowly.

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March 16th, 2017, 04:09 PM
Mixedfur found her humorous. Yet, annoying. ‘’Then, don’t.’’ He told her flatly, getting up from his spot, and going back over to his side of the border. He flicked his tail towards her, slightly looking back and throwing her a smirk. ‘’But, you’re not following me. So, good luck with whatever you’re going to do. It was nice knowing you, beautiful.’’

Mixedfur took one last look at the small she-cat, embracing in his victory. He hoped she learned her lessons of being an intolerant she-cat! They he had profound respect for any cat that crossed his path--within his own clan-- he was not the least bit happy with how this she-cat was acting towards him. And, he didn’t even know her name! He wondered what he would call her, and figured that it didn’t matter. It might be a one time opportunity that they would meet anyway.

The large tom found a tree, a good distance away from the she-cat. The tree was somewhat in the middle, on the side of Riverclan, yet bordering thunderclan. He raked the tree with his claws, and pondered how he was going to get up there.

Swiftly, he did jump onto the first branch, and he jumped once again until he landed on the top branch, hidden from the eyes of others. He did still see the she-cat, and he felt a bit of sorry for her. Having to ruin her chance at going back to her clan without getting in trouble for smelling like a...what? A rotten fish? This made him laugh loudly, as he couldn’t contain himself. Then, his sorry mode went away, and he assumed she deserved it for acting in such a way.

Mixedfur laid down on the branch, his tail swishing slightly behind him. He continued to stare at the feline, noting her grouchy mood that he had caused. Somehow he found her intriguing, and he watched her every move, wondering what her next plan was. From above, he teased her, ‘’You could always swim the scent off, sweetness, if it bothers you that much!’’ He called out, and laughed lowly.

Splashheart scowled at him, watching the Tom make his way back across the border. Okay, he wanted to dance? Fine. Lets dance. She growled under her breath, watching him make his way toward a tree and climb up. Her mind flashed back to his earlier words, and once more her ears heated up as she remembered he'd called her 'beautiful'.

He's just trying to get to me. Splashheart scoffed and turned away, tail lashing. She pushed the Tom out of her mind, thinking hard. She'd go to Foxthorn, her brother would believe her. He, after all, knew how deeply Splash hated the RiverClan cats. And then he'll help me come up with a way to get that stinkin' Tom back. She mused. Once again she was reminded of how much she stunk now, and her nose wrinkled up even more as she sighed.

They were going to suspect something, she knew. And Snowsong? Well the deputy was her sister but Splashheart had to remind herself that she had duties now too, a whole new responsibility and she had to take it seriously, not give her siblings free rides. You know what? Let them suspect something. Whats the worse they can do, ridicule me? They cant kick me out of the Clan just because I smell like a otter-cat!

Splashheart smirked at the thought, but was snapped out of it when she heard the Tom's voice again. It sent annoyance prickling through her, his teasing tone made her grit her teeth as she turned her head back to glare at him. "Ha, ha, ha, very funny." She slitted her eyes up at the tom, tail lashing. "Like it would work. And even if it would work, I dont know how to swim."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 04:38 PM
Splashheart scowled at him, watching the Tom make his way back across the border. Okay, he wanted to dance? Fine. Lets dance. She growled under her breath, watching him make his way toward a tree and climb up. Her mind flashed back to his earlier words, and once more her ears heated up as she remembered he'd called her 'beautiful'.

He's just trying to get to me. Splashheart scoffed and turned away, tail lashing. She pushed the Tom out of her mind, thinking hard. She'd go to Foxthorn, her brother would believe her. He, after all, knew how deeply Splash hated the RiverClan cats. And then he'll help me come up with a way to get that stinkin' Tom back. She mused. Once again she was reminded of how much she stunk now, and her nose wrinkled up even more as she sighed.

They were going to suspect something, she knew. And Snowsong? Well the deputy was her sister but Splashheart had to remind herself that she had duties now too, a whole new responsibility and she had to take it seriously, not give her siblings free rides. You know what? Let them suspect something. Whats the worse they can do, ridicule me? They cant kick me out of the Clan just because I smell like a otter-cat!

Splashheart smirked at the thought, but was snapped out of it when she heard the Tom's voice again. It sent annoyance prickling through her, his teasing tone made her grit her teeth as she turned her head back to glare at him. "Ha, ha, ha, very funny." She slitted her eyes up at the tom, tail lashing. "Like it would work. And even if it would work, I dont know how to swim."

‘’You don’t know how to swim!?’’ He laughed from the tree, flipping onto his back as his laughter grew louder. He found it hysterical that she didn’t know how to swim! Yet, he knew because she wasn’t a riverclan cat. After all, it took him a lot--a lot of practice to climb better. Which, he still was a rookie at, but he still climbed the tree!

‘’You’re hilarious!’’ His laughter stopped, and he left out a deep purr. ‘’That’s what you get for trying to play lion, sweetheart. Stick to being a little kitty. The good kind, like the one you are.’’ He gently picked up his paw and begin licking it. He found his scent pleasant to be around. After all, he lived for the sweet taste of fish. The power food that included protein. And, he could not believe his ears that such a cat would dislike FISH!!

Suddenly, the large tom jumped down from the tree, and once again padded up to the female, circling her as if she were prey. His eyes scanned different parts of her body--the parts he liked, the parts he didn’t like. Not like he didn’t like much about her. Though he would never admit this aloud. Silently, he thought to himself that if she were a riverclan she-cat, he would had already claimed her as his mate, but she wasn’t. Yet, she was still there.

‘’I would offer to teach you how to swim,’’ He says, stopping to stare into her eyes. After examining what he could about her, he felt pleasant. This she-cat couldn’t even harm him if she tried! ‘’But, you seem to be lacking...hmmm...manners?’’ He thought aloud, smirking. ‘’You know, the politeness that parents teach kits at a young age? I don’t know what branch you fell off of in order to forget that lesson.’’ Mixedfur chuckled, lowly. ‘’But, I wouldn’t mind reteaching it to you. I’m a good teacher.’’ His voice was deep and low, menacing yet seductive. With his claws steady outstretching and retracting, he knew he was getting under her fur. And, he liked getting under her fur. He wondered if she would ever attack, or if she knew her limits. It was fun watching what she would do next, and those little glances that he saw her making at him, made his confidence reach its peak. ‘’Another thing is never feed a tom’s ego,’’ He purred once again in her ear. ‘’You’re bound to heat up.’’ And, he wondered if she did. He also wondered how far he could push his limits until she cracked.

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March 16th, 2017, 05:02 PM
‘’You don’t know how to swim!?’’ He laughed from the tree, flipping onto his back as his laughter grew louder. He found it hysterical that she didn’t know how to swim! Yet, he knew because she wasn’t a riverclan cat. After all, it took him a lot--a lot of practice to climb better. Which, he still was a rookie at, but he still climbed the tree!

‘’You’re hilarious!’’ His laughter stopped, and he left out a deep purr. ‘’That’s what you get for trying to play lion, sweetheart. Stick to being a little kitty. The good kind, like the one you are.’’ He gently picked up his paw and begin licking it. He found his scent pleasant to be around. After all, he lived for the sweet taste of fish. The power food that included protein. And, he could not believe his ears that such a cat would dislike FISH!!

Suddenly, the large tom jumped down from the tree, and once again padded up to the female, circling her as if she were prey. His eyes scanned different parts of her body--the parts he liked, the parts he didn’t like. Not like he didn’t like much about her. Though he would never admit this aloud. Silently, he thought to himself that if she were a riverclan she-cat, he would had already claimed her as his mate, but she wasn’t. Yet, she was still there.

‘’I would offer to teach you how to swim,’’ He says, stopping to stare into her eyes. After examining what he could about her, he felt pleasant. This she-cat couldn’t even harm him if she tried! ‘’But, you seem to be lacking...hmmm...manners?’’ He thought aloud, smirking. ‘’You know, the politeness that parents teach kits at a young age? I don’t know what branch you fell off of in order to forget that lesson.’’ Mixedfur chuckled, lowly. ‘’But, I wouldn’t mind reteaching it to you. I’m a good teacher.’’ His voice was deep and low, menacing yet seductive. With his claws steady outstretching and retracting, he knew he was getting under her fur. And, he liked getting under her fur. He wondered if she would ever attack, or if she knew her limits. It was fun watching what she would do next, and those little glances that he saw her making at him, made his confidence reach its peak. ‘’Another thing is never feed a tom’s ego,’’ He purred once again in her ear. ‘’You’re bound to heat up.’’ And, he wondered if she did. He also wondered how far he could push his limits until she cracked.

Splashheart just watched in silence as he laughed, allowing a sigh to escape her as she rolled her eyes. Boy im gonna be here a while. She thought. Okay, so she didnt know how to swim, big deal! Why should she? ThunderClan cats didnt hunt fish so there was no reason to get their fur wet.

Watching in silence as the Tom made his way towards her, she just sat down and curled her tail over her paws, not saying a single word. He seemed to be assessing her, checking her out, and the thought made her snort slightly. So the big bad otter-cat likes me. She didnt want to feel warm at the thought, but she did. Well he's outta luck. Im not breaking the warrior code for this flea-bag. He can go find him a pretty RiverClan otter-cat! She watched in silence as he stopped and stared at her, flicking her ears at his words. Her nose wrinkled. There was no way she was setting foot in that river, whether he offered or not!

Splashheart opened her mouth to retort but ended up taking in a sharp breath. Blood roared in her ears, which slowly flattened to her skull. He wasnt directly bringing up her parents, was he? Was he right? Did not having her parents around while she was growing up....Make her.....Disrespectful? Hateful? Guarded? Distant? She flinched, all her confidence vanishing all at once.

This time she felt nothing when he purred at her, just a cold feeling. Maybe she was being a bit rude. Splashheart spoke her mind and sometimes forgot that it may offend others. She could at least try to be nice, even if this cat had gotten her all stinky...Okay. She took a deep breath, straightening up. Lets see how this works for me.

"Maybe I am," She responded to his comment a little too late, no longer meeting his gaze as she stared toward the river. Her voice was no longer cold, her eyes no longer blazing with anger. In fact she looked almost emotionless. Thinking, she chose her next words carefully. "And you're right. Parents should teach their kits manners, though mine werent around while I was little. But that doesnt excuse my behavior." She finally looked at him. "Though in my defense you havent been all that polite, either."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 05:42 PM
Splashheart just watched in silence as he laughed, allowing a sigh to escape her as she rolled her eyes. Boy im gonna be here a while. She thought. Okay, so she didnt know how to swim, big deal! Why should she? ThunderClan cats didnt hunt fish so there was no reason to get their fur wet.

Watching in silence as the Tom made his way towards her, she just sat down and curled her tail over her paws, not saying a single word. He seemed to be assessing her, checking her out, and the thought made her snort slightly. So the big bad otter-cat likes me. She didnt want to feel warm at the thought, but she did. Well he's outta luck. Im not breaking the warrior code for this flea-bag. He can go find him a pretty RiverClan otter-cat! She watched in silence as he stopped and stared at her, flicking her ears at his words. Her nose wrinkled. There was no way she was setting foot in that river, whether he offered or not!

Splashheart opened her mouth to retort but ended up taking in a sharp breath. Blood roared in her ears, which slowly flattened to her skull. He wasnt directly bringing up her parents, was he? Was he right? Did not having her parents around while she was growing up....Make her.....Disrespectful? Hateful? Guarded? Distant? She flinched, all her confidence vanishing all at once.

This time she felt nothing when he purred at her, just a cold feeling. Maybe she was being a bit rude. Splashheart spoke her mind and sometimes forgot that it may offend others. She could at least try to be nice, even if this cat had gotten her all stinky...Okay. She took a deep breath, straightening up. Lets see how this works for me.

"Maybe I am," She responded to his comment a little too late, no longer meeting his gaze as she stared toward the river. Her voice was no longer cold, her eyes no longer blazing with anger. In fact she looked almost emotionless. Thinking, she chose her next words carefully. "And you're right. Parents should teach their kits manners, though mine werent around while I was little. But that doesnt excuse my behavior." She finally looked at him. "Though in my defense you havent been all that polite, either."

Mixedfur stood rigid for a while at the she-cat’s words, and his ears flattened. He stepped away from her before sitting down, his tail curling around him like a protective bush. ‘’I’m sorry about your parents.’’ He says, solemnly. ‘’I didn’t have my for my whole life. I mean, my mother left to be with some shadowclan tom before he killed her. My dad never took care of after my mom left-’’ He quickly interrupted himself, wondering why he was telling this she-cat his business in the first place.

Weren’t they natural rivals anyway? Living in different clans and such? But it was still no excuse to mention her parents in any way. Yet, it wasn’t like he knew that she lost her parents! This still made him feel an emotion within that he didn’t want her to see. As long as he remained stoic, he was good.

Then again, she was doing just that. Acting emotionless. Acting as if she wasn’t hurt. She was right. He wasn’t being polite. And, he was accusing her of not being polite! Though he was never polite to other clan cats. He always thought less of them--his riverclan blood flowing through him.

As the quietness started to seep in, Mixedfur cleared his throat. ‘’I-I could still teach you...to swim, if you’d like.’’ He suggested. His voice was low, and this time kind. Maybe if she just waddled in the water a bit, the stench would come off, and she’d be able to go back to her clan.

But, would he see her again?

Did he want to see her again?

She seemed to be going on patrols a lot, and he wondered if she did it constantly. Maybe, he could go on patrols just to see her. She was indeed fascinating in his eyes, and he wished to get to know her more. Her challenging state was a bit wary to him. It made him uncomfortable, but he knew that it was wrong. He would be walking in the same path this his mother took, minus killing his mate part. He wouldn’t do that. Even though his dad was killed two moons after his warrior’s ceremony, he couldn’t forsaken him as if mom had done.

It was indifferent.

It was wrong.

Maybe he could find a nice riverclan she-cat to love and to settle down with. The thunderclan she-cat was not an option. But he would love to be her friend. At least a distance friend instead of an enemy. Even though they were suppose to be enemies. ‘’I’ll be more kind. I promise.’’ He stated, and a ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw.

Random Melody
March 16th, 2017, 05:55 PM
Mixedfur stood rigid for a while at the she-cat’s words, and his ears flattened. He stepped away from her before sitting down, his tail curling around him like a protective bush. ‘’I’m sorry about your parents.’’ He says, solemnly. ‘’I didn’t have my for my whole life. I mean, my mother left to be with some shadowclan tom before he killed her. My dad never took care of after my mom left-’’ He quickly interrupted himself, wondering why he was telling this she-cat his business in the first place.

Weren’t they natural rivals anyway? Living in different clans and such? But it was still no excuse to mention her parents in any way. Yet, it wasn’t like he knew that she lost her parents! This still made him feel an emotion within that he didn’t want her to see. As long as he remained stoic, he was good.

Then again, she was doing just that. Acting emotionless. Acting as if she wasn’t hurt. She was right. He wasn’t being polite. And, he was accusing her of not being polite! Though he was never polite to other clan cats. He always thought less of them--his riverclan blood flowing through him.

As the quietness started to seep in, Mixedfur cleared his throat. ‘’I-I could still teach you...to swim, if you’d like.’’ He suggested. His voice was low, and this time kind. Maybe if she just waddled in the water a bit, the stench would come off, and she’d be able to go back to her clan.

But, would he see her again?

Did he want to see her again?

She seemed to be going on patrols a lot, and he wondered if she did it constantly. Maybe, he could go on patrols just to see her. She was indeed fascinating in his eyes, and he wished to get to know her more. Her challenging state was a bit wary to him. It made him uncomfortable, but he knew that it was wrong. He would be walking in the same path this his mother took, minus killing his mate part. He wouldn’t do that. Even though his dad was killed two moons after his warrior’s ceremony, he couldn’t forsaken him as if mom had done.

It was indifferent.

It was wrong.

Maybe he could find a nice riverclan she-cat to love and to settle down with. The thunderclan she-cat was not an option. But he would love to be her friend. At least a distance friend instead of an enemy. Even though they were suppose to be enemies. ‘’I’ll be more kind. I promise.’’ He stated, and a ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw.

Splashheart's ears flicked as he spoke again, and she managed a faint smile as he cut himself off, easily seeing he didnt want to reveal anymore than he already had. And why should he? They were from different Clans, they were natural rivals. She understood that, but she had told some of his story, she might as well reveal at least a bit of hers.

"My mother and father disappeared when I was a kit, leaving me and my siblings in ThunderClan basically as orphans." She looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Time passed and we just assumed they were dead, they never came back. My brother had gone after them and he hadnt returned either, so we thought..." She trailed off, and shook her head. "But he came back a few days before my warrior ceremony. They were with him. The others were overjoyed but I failed to see why they bothered to come back. They left us." Pain filled her eyes briefly, and she looked away quickly. "My other brother ended up killing my father, throwing him to dogs. My mother is still around but I...We dont talk." With that she was guarded again, her mental walls building back up as she looked back at the Tom. She was quiet after that, then her ears pricked when he cleared his throat, offering to teach her how to swim. Splashheart managed a faint smile, letting out a small chuckle as she looked toward the river.

"I dont know....The only time i've ever been in contact with water, besides drinking it or when its raining, is when I fell into the river when I was an apprentice." She mused, then blinked, realizing the Tom didnt even know her name. "Im Splashheart, by the way. My name's quite ironic, isnt it," She grinned at him. "And i'll be nicer too."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 07:16 PM
Splashheart's ears flicked as he spoke again, and she managed a faint smile as he cut himself off, easily seeing he didnt want to reveal anymore than he already had. And why should he? They were from different Clans, they were natural rivals. She understood that, but she had told some of his story, she might as well reveal at least a bit of hers.

"My mother and father disappeared when I was a kit, leaving me and my siblings in ThunderClan basically as orphans." She looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Time passed and we just assumed they were dead, they never came back. My brother had gone after them and he hadnt returned either, so we thought..." She trailed off, and shook her head. "But he came back a few days before my warrior ceremony. They were with him. The others were overjoyed but I failed to see why they bothered to come back. They left us." Pain filled her eyes briefly, and she looked away quickly. "My other brother ended up killing my father, throwing him to dogs. My mother is still around but I...We dont talk." With that she was guarded again, her mental walls building back up as she looked back at the Tom. She was quiet after that, then her ears pricked when he cleared his throat, offering to teach her how to swim. Splashheart managed a faint smile, letting out a small chuckle as she looked toward the river.

"I dont know....The only time i've ever been in contact with water, besides drinking it or when its raining, is when I fell into the river when I was an apprentice." She mused, then blinked, realizing the Tom didnt even know her name. "Im Splashheart, by the way. My name's quite ironic, isnt it," She grinned at him. "And i'll be nicer too."


Mixedfur listened to her story, finding it unpleasant to hear, but a part of him felt happy that she was safe. He hadn’t grown up around siblings, and he didn’t know if his mother had any more kits after leaving for shadowclan. His father was too stuck up to take in another mate. A part of Mixedfur was happy that his dad loved his mother very much--even after she deceived him. Another part of him felt as if his dad was wasting a happy life away from not wanting a mate. Growing old and lonesome was just not Mixedfur’s forte. He already grew up lonely. He wasn’t going to die that way.

‘’It’s an honor to meet you, Splashheart.’’ He smiled brightly at her. ‘’I’m Mixedfur. Pretty stupid name,’’ he chuckled, ‘’But hey! At least you could tell why I have it.’’ His fur was a huge indication as to why he had the name, with it being mixed into all sorts of different colors as if he were painted on a canvas. He did find her name funny especially since she didn’t like the water, but it was unique. ‘’Splashheart.’’ He repeated her name, and slowly begin to savor it as if he were eating his favorite piece of food.

‘’I think if you just try it out...you’ll like it.’’ With saying that he slowly approached a nearby river. One that separated the borders of thunderclan and riverclan. He padded in, his fur getting drenched. He was a natural swimmer, being born in riverclan. The parents loved to take their kits out for swimming lessons. A vital traditions of riverclan.

As he got used to the water temperature, he stared back up at Splashheart. ‘’Come on, secret lover.’’ He teased and mocked her. ‘’The water’s warm. You’ll thank me in the end!’’ He winked towards her. ‘’Don’t you want to get that stench out your fur?’’ He snickered, and continued to pad around the blue water, hoping that the she-cat would join him. ‘’I’ll hold your paws. I promise! I won’t let you go unless you want me too.’’

Being nice was never harmful to the tom. In fact, he didn’t know why he was ever impolite when he first encountered her. Because of her residence. Because of the clan she resided in. That was why. Yet, that didn’t matter. He started liking Splashheart as an individual.

Random Melody
March 16th, 2017, 07:53 PM
Mixedfur listened to her story, finding it unpleasant to hear, but a part of him felt happy that she was safe. He hadn’t grown up around siblings, and he didn’t know if his mother had any more kits after leaving for shadowclan. His father was too stuck up to take in another mate. A part of Mixedfur was happy that his dad loved his mother very much--even after she deceived him. Another part of him felt as if his dad was wasting a happy life away from not wanting a mate. Growing old and lonesome was just not Mixedfur’s forte. He already grew up lonely. He wasn’t going to die that way.

‘’It’s an honor to meet you, Splashheart.’’ He smiled brightly at her. ‘’I’m Mixedfur. Pretty stupid name,’’ he chuckled, ‘’But hey! At least you could tell why I have it.’’ His fur was a huge indication as to why he had the name, with it being mixed into all sorts of different colors as if he were painted on a canvas. He did find her name funny especially since she didn’t like the water, but it was unique. ‘’Splashheart.’’ He repeated her name, and slowly begin to savor it as if he were eating his favorite piece of food.

‘’I think if you just try it out...you’ll like it.’’ With saying that he slowly approached a nearby river. One that separated the borders of thunderclan and riverclan. He padded in, his fur getting drenched. He was a natural swimmer, being born in riverclan. The parents loved to take their kits out for swimming lessons. A vital traditions of riverclan.

As he got used to the water temperature, he stared back up at Splashheart. ‘’Come on, secret lover.’’ He teased and mocked her. ‘’The water’s warm. You’ll thank me in the end!’’ He winked towards her. ‘’Don’t you want to get that stench out your fur?’’ He snickered, and continued to pad around the blue water, hoping that the she-cat would join him. ‘’I’ll hold your paws. I promise! I won’t let you go unless you want me too.’’

Being nice was never harmful to the tom. In fact, he didn’t know why he was ever impolite when he first encountered her. Because of her residence. Because of the clan she resided in. That was why. Yet, that didn’t matter. He started liking Splashheart as an individual.

Splashheart let out a soft chuckle at the Tom, "Its unique. I like it. Mixedfur." She smiled a little bit, her gaze running over Mixedfur's pelt, and her smile widened. "And I can definitely tell why you have it!"

Pausing, she watched as he padded to the water, and while doubtful, she stood up and followed, tilting her head just slightly. She watched him wade into the water, looking vaguely curious as she watched him, a smile on her face. "Weeelll..." She stretched the word out hesitantly, but ultimately her decision was set.

"Fine. And I guess the smell isnt that bad when you get used to it," The she-cat admitted, her blue eyes sparkling as she flashed the Tom a grin. The earlier hostility was gone as quickly as it had come, and she had to admit that maybe not all RiverClan cats were that bad. And I need to stop calling them otter-cats, She thought with a smirk.

"Aright, promise you wont let me drown?" Splashheart asked with a teasing glimmer in her eyes as she smiled at Mixedfur, delicately reaching out and touching the water with a paw. It was cold, but she kept her paw where it was, assuming she would get used to the temperature. "I guess this isnt so bad." She mused, mostly to herself as she padded forward more, still slightly hesitant to go all the way into the water. "The water does feel quite nice..."

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 08:32 PM
Splashheart let out a soft chuckle at the Tom, "Its unique. I like it. Mixedfur." She smiled a little bit, her gaze running over Mixedfur's pelt, and her smile widened. "And I can definitely tell why you have it!"

Pausing, she watched as he padded to the water, and while doubtful, she stood up and followed, tilting her head just slightly. She watched him wade into the water, looking vaguely curious as she watched him, a smile on her face. "Weeelll..." She stretched the word out hesitantly, but ultimately her decision was set.

"Fine. And I guess the smell isnt that bad when you get used to it," The she-cat admitted, her blue eyes sparkling as she flashed the Tom a grin. The earlier hostility was gone as quickly as it had come, and she had to admit that maybe not all RiverClan cats were that bad. And I need to stop calling them otter-cats, She thought with a smirk.

"Aright, promise you wont let me drown?" Splashheart asked with a teasing glimmer in her eyes as she smiled at Mixedfur, delicately reaching out and touching the water with a paw. It was cold, but she kept her paw where it was, assuming she would get used to the temperature. "I guess this isnt so bad." She mused, mostly to herself as she padded forward more, still slightly hesitant to go all the way into the water. "The water does feel quite nice..."

Mixedfur seen Splashheart getting into the water, and he wadded over to her to nudge her in faster. He didn’t want her to back out last minute when the fun was beginning to start! ‘’It’s not going to bite you. And, I promised, didn’t I?’’ He narrowed his eyes playfully at her before going back into the cool stream himself.

The water always seemed to cool him, and as he helped her into the water, he kept his paws around her. One paw was neatly in the crook under her arm, as he pulled her closer to him. He needed his other paw to move around in the water, and he whispered into her ear. ‘’Now just paddle. Kick back and forth. Do it gently first though.’’ His voice was soft. He wanted her to feel safe, not tense in his hold.

He remembered his own mother teaching him how to swim when he was really young. ‘’I promise I won’t let you go.’’ He says, and from the corner of his eyes, he made sure no other cats were around to their moment. After all, the both of them would get into trouble, and most cats interpret what was truly going on. He was simply teaching her how to swim. Something he shouldn’t be doing since she was a thunderclan cat, but he couldn’t help but teach her how. He liked holding onto her fur, that was now halfway drenched. For some odd reason he liked the feeling of being tangled with her. He liked it alot. He could admit this in his head, but he would never say it aloud.

He didn’t know much about her life or whatever she did in her clan. Yet, she didn’t know the same about him, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He was teaching her to swim. ‘’In case you ever fall in the water again, then you’ll be able to save yourself in case no one is there to save you, so it’s good to know how to swim.’’ He says and gently his face brushed the side of her as he tried to see how her paws were doing in the front. ‘’Make sure you always move your paws as well. Along with your hind legs, your front paws are your steerings as well.’’

Random Melody
March 16th, 2017, 08:47 PM
Mixedfur seen Splashheart getting into the water, and he wadded over to her to nudge her in faster. He didn’t want her to back out last minute when the fun was beginning to start! ‘’It’s not going to bite you. And, I promised, didn’t I?’’ He narrowed his eyes playfully at her before going back into the cool stream himself.

The water always seemed to cool him, and as he helped her into the water, he kept his paws around her. One paw was neatly in the crook under her arm, as he pulled her closer to him. He needed his other paw to move around in the water, and he whispered into her ear. ‘’Now just paddle. Kick back and forth. Do it gently first though.’’ His voice was soft. He wanted her to feel safe, not tense in his hold.

He remembered his own mother teaching him how to swim when he was really young. ‘’I promise I won’t let you go.’’ He says, and from the corner of his eyes, he made sure no other cats were around to their moment. After all, the both of them would get into trouble, and most cats interpret what was truly going on. He was simply teaching her how to swim. Something he shouldn’t be doing since she was a thunderclan cat, but he couldn’t help but teach her how. He liked holding onto her fur, that was now halfway drenched. For some odd reason he liked the feeling of being tangled with her. He liked it alot. He could admit this in his head, but he would never say it aloud.

He didn’t know much about her life or whatever she did in her clan. Yet, she didn’t know the same about him, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He was teaching her to swim. ‘’In case you ever fall in the water again, then you’ll be able to save yourself in case no one is there to save you, so it’s good to know how to swim.’’ He says and gently his face brushed the side of her as he tried to see how her paws were doing in the front. ‘’Make sure you always move your paws as well. Along with your hind legs, your front paws are your steerings as well.’’

Splashheart was unable to help a small giggle as he nudged her into the water, feeling his paws wrap around her. He was drenched, but she didnt care; So was she. His scent suddenly didnt bother her, her nose wasnt wrinkled anymore as she smiled at him. "Of course it wont. Water doesnt have teeth," She purred with a smile, looking down as she watched the water lap around her paws, her back paws moving in the water in order to stay above the water, even though Mixedfur was holding onto her. She wouldnt admit it, but she didnt want him to let go, and not just because she was in the water now.

"Yeah, you promised alright." Splashheart flashed him a grin, beginning to paddle her front paws as well as instructed. It was like running but in water, she kinda liked it. His voice warmed her all over, sending a calm feeling of comfort through the blue/gray she-cat.

She lifted her head, continuing to paddle as she looked at the Tom. The water was making her fur flow gently in every direction, her paws moving through the water easily and she could still feel his paws around her, and she liked it alot. She liked feeling her fur pressed up against his, she liked him holding her. "I know. I trust you." She purred softly, looking around briefly. What an awkward position it would be if one of her siblings showed up. Especially Snowsong, For a moment she was nervous at the thought, but ultimately realized Snow would be too busy with her deputy duties to come patrolling at the moment. She let herself relax, her paws moving almost unconsciously now. This felt normal, this felt right.

Smiling, Splashheart turned her attention back to Mixedfur, ears pricked up as she listened to him. "That makes sense," She chuckled. "Knowing how to swim has its advantages, more than just catching fish," She smiled at the Tom, continuing to paddle her paws even though he was still holding onto her. "Trying new things is always fun." She raised an eyebrow at a sudden thought. "Maybe I could try eating a fish. We have a river of our own back through the forest near our camp, and nobody really goes there...So maybe I could try catching a fish there, just to see what its like. I cant really judge it without knowing what it tastes like, right?" She admitted, then smiled at him. "Just like I shouldnt judge you without knowing what you're like. Im real sorry for how I acted before." She said warmly.

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 09:24 PM
Splashheart was unable to help a small giggle as he nudged her into the water, feeling his paws wrap around her. He was drenched, but she didnt care; So was she. His scent suddenly didnt bother her, her nose wasnt wrinkled anymore as she smiled at him. "Of course it wont. Water doesnt have teeth," She purred with a smile, looking down as she watched the water lap around her paws, her back paws moving in the water in order to stay above the water, even though Mixedfur was holding onto her. She wouldnt admit it, but she didnt want him to let go, and not just because she was in the water now.

"Yeah, you promised alright." Splashheart flashed him a grin, beginning to paddle her front paws as well as instructed. It was like running but in water, she kinda liked it. His voice warmed her all over, sending a calm feeling of comfort through the blue/gray she-cat.

She lifted her head, continuing to paddle as she looked at the Tom. The water was making her fur flow gently in every direction, her paws moving through the water easily and she could still feel his paws around her, and she liked it alot. She liked feeling her fur pressed up against his, she liked him holding her. "I know. I trust you." She purred softly, looking around briefly. What an awkward position it would be if one of her siblings showed up. Especially Snowsong, For a moment she was nervous at the thought, but ultimately realized Snow would be too busy with her deputy duties to come patrolling at the moment. She let herself relax, her paws moving almost unconsciously now. This felt normal, this felt right.

Smiling, Splashheart turned her attention back to Mixedfur, ears picked up as she listened to him. "That makes sense," She chuckled. "Knowing how to swim has its advantages, more than just catching fish," She smiled at the Tom, continuing to paddle her paws even though he was still holding onto her. "Trying new things is always fun." She raised an eyebrow at a sudden thought. "Maybe I could try eating a fish. We have a river of our own back through the forest near our camp, and nobody really goes there...So maybe I could try catching a fish there, just to see what its like. I cant really judge it without knowing what it tastes like, right?" She admitted, then smiled at him. "Just like I shouldnt judge you without knowing what you're like. Im real sorry for how I acted before." She said warmly.

Mixedfur stared at Splashheart, questioningly as his ears twitched. ‘’I hope you didn’t just think we only used the river to catch fish.’’ He gave an airy laugh. ‘’I mean, it is one of our hunting sources, but...the river is more than an eating area.’’ As he continued to hold onto her, he wondered if she was ready for him to let go. He could see that she was getting the hang of it. Swimming was pretty easy.

‘’I think you should try fish. It’s pretty tasty.’’ He licked his maw, imagining the meat in his mouth. ‘’I know us otter-cats love it!’’ He smirked at her, teasing.

When he heard her purr, he wondered if his ears were playing a joke on him. It felt as if distant bells of a sweet sound rung in his ears, and he wished to hear it again. But, he wouldn’t push it to her. He was just getting to know her, and he liked her company. Clearing his throat, he said, ‘’You’re getting a good hang of it. You’re doing well.’’ He brushed himself against her, even though her pelt was wet. His was wet also. Drenching, and he hate when it drenched. Whenever his pelt was heavy with water, it took a while to dry. If he shook it clean, he would look like an oversized pick bush. He didn’t want the embarrassment.

At her next words, he gave a small smile, shaking his head lightly. ‘’No need to apologize. I was quite rude as well, but,’’ A purr rumbled from deep within him as he brushed against her ears again. ‘’I’ll forgive you even MORE if you give me a lick.’’ He winked. ‘’Just a simple one. You don’t seem to mind the scent anyway. Got used to it, beautiful?’’ For some odd reason, he confidence washed upon him once more, and he felt his flirty side taking over. He would never just simply flirt with a riverclan she-cat. He knew them in and out. He held a lot of respect for them, but different she-cats from other clans, intrigued him. Like the one he was holding. ‘’No one has to know. It’ll be our little secrets. Perhaps then we could explore,’’ He winked once more, teasing. ‘’The lands, I mean. We could explore the lands and see what the day will bring us.’’

Random Melody
March 16th, 2017, 10:47 PM
Mixedfur stared at Splashheart, questioningly as his ears twitched. ‘’I hope you didn’t just think we only used the river to catch fish.’’ He gave an airy laugh. ‘’I mean, it is one of our hunting sources, but...the river is more than an eating area.’’ As he continued to hold onto her, he wondered if she was ready for him to let go. He could see that she was getting the hang of it. Swimming was pretty easy.

‘’I think you should try fish. It’s pretty tasty.’’ He licked his maw, imagining the meat in his mouth. ‘’I know us otter-cats love it!’’ He smirked at her, teasing.

When he heard her purr, he wondered if his ears were playing a joke on him. It felt as if distant bells of a sweet sound rung in his ears, and he wished to hear it again. But, he wouldn’t push it to her. He was just getting to know her, and he liked her company. Clearing his throat, he said, ‘’You’re getting a good hang of it. You’re doing well.’’ He brushed himself against her, even though her pelt was wet. His was wet also. Drenching, and he hate when it drenched. Whenever his pelt was heavy with water, it took a while to dry. If he shook it clean, he would look like an oversized pick bush. He didn’t want the embarrassment.

At her next words, he gave a small smile, shaking his head lightly. ‘’No need to apologize. I was quite rude as well, but,’’ A purr rumbled from deep within him as he brushed against her ears again. ‘’I’ll forgive you even MORE if you give me a lick.’’ He winked. ‘’Just a simple one. You don’t seem to mind the scent anyway. Got used to it, beautiful?’’ For some odd reason, he confidence washed upon him once more, and he felt his flirty side taking over. He would never just simply flirt with a riverclan she-cat. He knew them in and out. He held a lot of respect for them, but different she-cats from other clans, intrigued him. Like the one he was holding. ‘’No one has to know. It’ll be our little secrets. Perhaps then we could explore,’’ He winked once more, teasing. ‘’The lands, I mean. We could explore the lands and see what the day will bring us.’’

"Interesting," Splashheart smiled a bit, looking at Mixedfur with a smile on her maw. "I guess it makes sense. Im sure you guys love to swim," She giggled, relaxed as her paws paddled easily, churning in the water. She was getting the hang of this, and in all honesty, she liked it!

"Im sure fish is good....Maybe. But im telling you, nothin' beats the taste of anice, fresh, plump vole!" Splashheart purred, then let out a small laugh as he next words, a grin on her face. "Otters arent all that bad, take it as a compliment," She winked at him, smirking.

She felt the Tom brush up against her even more, and couldnt help but lean into him as well, her paws stopped paddling for a brief second before she reminded herself to keep them moving. But she didnt want Mixedfur to let go of her, even though he was drenched. She smiled contentedly, feeling a small, quiet purr rumble in her chest. So what if he was a RiverClan cat? She could have friends from other Clans right? The warrior code is overrated anyway. This is just between me and him.

She picked her ears as he spoke again, and smiled a little bit, turning her head to look at him, her nose inches from his. She raised an eyebrow, her head cocking to the side as she gave a flirty smile. "Just a lick, huh?" She smiled, watching the confidence sparkle in his eyes, feeling her own build up as her flirtatious side took over. She was used to his scent by now and it was almost...Tempting, almost. She grinned at Mixedfur, her ears flicking as the purr in her chest grew.

"Just between us. Nobody else needs to know." Splashheart giggled. "As for exploring, well as long as we stay hidden, I dont see a problem, charming." She winked, then reached her head forward and gave his nose a quick lick, a smile on her face. "Just between us." She repeated, her voice now a whisper as she grinned coyly at him.

Brilliance
March 16th, 2017, 11:15 PM
"Interesting," Splashheart smiled a bit, looking at Mixedfur with a smile on her maw. "I guess it makes sense. Im sure you guys love to swim," She giggled, relaxed as her paws paddled easily, churning in the water. She was getting the hang of this, and in all honesty, she liked it!

"Im sure fish is good....Maybe. But im telling you, nothin' beats the taste of anice, fresh, plump vole!" Splashheart purred, then let out a small laugh as he next words, a grin on her face. "Otters arent all that bad, take it as a compliment," She winked at him, smirking.

She felt the Tom brush up against her even more, and couldnt help but lean into him as well, her paws stopped paddling for a brief second before she reminded herself to keep them moving. But she didnt want Mixedfur to let go of her, even though he was drenched. She smiled contentedly, feeling a small, quiet purr rumble in her chest. So what if he was a RiverClan cat? She could have friends from other Clans right? The warrior code is overrated anyway. This is just between me and him.

She pricked her ears as he spoke again, and smiled a little bit, turning her head to look at him, her nose inches from his. She raised an eyebrow, her head cocking to the side as she gave a flirty smile. "Just a lick, huh?" She smiled, watching the confidence sparkle in his eyes, feeling her own build up as her flirtatious side took over. She was used to his scent by now and it was almost...Tempting, almost. She grinned at Mixedfur, her ears flicking as the purr in her chest grew.

"Just between us. Nobody else needs to know." Splashheart giggled. "As for exploring, well as long as we stay hidden, I dont see a problem, charming." She winked, then reached her head forward and gave his nose a quick lick, a smile on her face. "Just between us." She repeated, her voice now a whisper as she grinned coyly at him.

Mixedfur didn’t actually think the she-cat would lick him.

He didn’t believe she would actually have the nerve to do that!

He sat stunned for a second as a stupid smile danced across his face. He let out a deep chuckle as he returned the favor by licking the back of her neck slowly and gently. ‘’I’ll keep that in mind...vole, you say?’’ He asked. ‘’Sounds delicious already.’’ He gave his maw another lick, and lightly bumped his nose into hers. ‘’How about we ditch this river. If I get anymore wet...it’s gonna take me weeks to get dry!’’ It was exaggerated, but that’s what it felt like to Mixedfur. He hated the rain, especially when it dampened his fur. Even though he loved the water, he didn’t like his coat getting plenty wet. It made him angry. ‘’We’ll explore a bit. You know, probably find a nice spot to relax.’’

The warrior begin wadding to the shore, keeping a tight hold on the female. He knew that she could most likely swim there herself, but he didn’t feel like letting her go. As they got closer to the shallow end of the stream, he let her go gently, and he slowly padded out, his steps heavy. He couldn’t shake the water out of his fur. That would be too much, and his fur would be everywhere...something he did not like.

Mixedfur knew that he would have to wing it, and he sighed deeply. He shot a flirty look towards Splashheart as he watched her, his eyes displaying amusement. He began padding up to the warrior, appearing larger than her. He leaned his head down and wrapped his head around the back of her neck, emitting warmth into her. The water was nice, but it was still cold. At least to him. He knew she wasn’t a swimmer, but that would change soon--hopefully.

As he stayed in that spot, he gave a few rough licks at the back of her scruff before slowly backing away from her. ‘’You good? You okay? Nothing hurting you? Nothing bothering you?’’ He asked her, looking her over to check for any bruises. ‘’I know we were just in the water, and I kept a tight hold on you and all...but I just wanted to make sure nothing happened while in that water. Fish can be pretty aggressive, believe it or not.’’ He rolled his eyes at the thought. ‘’If these voles you talk about are good. I might just have to stick to them.’’ He winked at her.

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 12:40 AM
Mixedfur didn’t actually think the she-cat would lick him.

He didn’t believe she would actually have the nerve to do that!

He sat stunned for a second as a stupid smile danced across his face. He let out a deep chuckle as he returned the favor by licking the back of her neck slowly and gently. ‘’I’ll keep that in mind...vole, you say?’’ He asked. ‘’Sounds delicious already.’’ He gave his maw another lick, and lightly bumped his nose into hers. ‘’How about we ditch this river. If I get anymore wet...it’s gonna take me weeks to get dry!’’ It was exaggerated, but that’s what it felt like to Mixedfur. He hated the rain, especially when it dampened his fur. Even though he loved the water, he didn’t like his coat getting plenty wet. It made him angry. ‘’We’ll explore a bit. You know, probably find a nice spot to relax.’’

The warrior begin wadding to the shore, keeping a tight hold on the female. He knew that she could most likely swim there herself, but he didn’t feel like letting her go. As they got closer to the shallow end of the stream, he let her go gently, and he slowly padded out, his steps heavy. He couldn’t shake the water out of his fur. That would be too much, and his fur would be everywhere...something he did not like.

Mixedfur knew that he would have to wing it, and he sighed deeply. He shot a flirty look towards Splashheart as he watched her, his eyes displaying amusement. He began padding up to the warrior, appearing larger than her. He leaned his head down and wrapped his head around the back of her neck, emitting warmth into her. The water was nice, but it was still cold. At least to him. He knew she wasn’t a swimmer, but that would change soon--hopefully.

As he stayed in that spot, he gave a few rough licks at the back of her scruff before slowly backing away from her. ‘’You good? You okay? Nothing hurting you? Nothing bothering you?’’ He asked her, looking her over to check for any bruises. ‘’I know we were just in the water, and I kept a tight hold on you and all...but I just wanted to make sure nothing happened while in that water. Fish can be pretty aggressive, believe it or not.’’ He rolled his eyes at the thought. ‘’If these voles you talk about are good. I might just have to stick to them.’’ He winked at her.

Splashheart grinned at the shocked look on his face, her blue eyes glittering with amusement. Her purr grew as he returned the lick, feeling her fur warm up as she smiled. "Vole is delicious, take my word for it," She winked, smiling as she reached forward to touch her nose to his as well. "Good idea. I have short fur though so I could stay in the water longer." She purred teasingly. Sounds great to me."

She smiled happily as Mixedfur led her back to the shore, only letting her go when they were at the shallow part of the river. She tried not to frown in disappointment and climbed out after him with a smile, shaking out her soaked fur. "Brrrrr!" She said jokingly. "You know what, Mixedfur, I like swimming." She said with a warm smile.

A grin lit her maw as he padded over to her, and she reached up, stretching up on the tips of her paws and pressing her face into his neck as he wrapped his head around hers. She closed her eyes contentedly as she felt his tongue rasp down the back of her neck, a loud purr making its way into her throat, feeling warmed by both the action and his fur pressed against hers. He pulled back too soon, or so she thought when he did pull away. Disappointment made her pelt tingle, longing for his touch again, but she merely shook her head warmly.

"Im fine." Splashheart smiled coyly at him. "Not hurt at all. The fish are too scared of me to try anything, and no wonder!" The rather small blue/gray she-cat puffed out her chest mockingly, before giggling. "And I thought it was real nice of you holding onto me like that. You should do it more often," She winked back at him, smirking. "So what now? I could see if I can catch you a vole, and then you see if you can catch me a fish?" She grinned.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 01:41 AM
Splashheart grinned at the shocked look on his face, her blue eyes glittering with amusement. Her purr grew as he returned the lick, feeling her fur warm up as she smiled. "Vole is delicious, take my word for it," She winked, smiling as she reached forward to touch her nose to his as well. "Good idea. I have short fur though so I could stay in the water longer." She purred teasingly. Sounds great to me."

She smiled happily as Mixedfur led her back to the shore, only letting her go when they were at the shallow part of the river. She tried not to frown in disappointment and climbed out after him with a smile, shaking out her soaked fur. "Brrrrr!" She said jokingly. "You know what, Mixedfur, I like swimming." She said with a warm smile.

A grin lit her maw as he padded over to her, and she reached up, stretching up on the tips of her paws and pressing her face into his neck as he wrapped his head around hers. She closed her eyes contentedly as she felt his tongue rasp down the back of her neck, a loud purr making its way into her throat, feeling warmed by both the action and his fur pressed against hers. He pulled back too soon, or so she thought when he did pull away. Disappointment made her pelt tingle, longing for his touch again, but she merely shook her head warmly.

"Im fine." Splashheart smiled coyly at him. "Not hurt at all. The fish are too scared of me to try anything, and no wonder!" The rather small blue/gray she-cat puffed out her chest mockingly, before giggling. "And I thought it was real nice of you holding onto me like that. You should do it more often," She winked back at him, smirking. "So what now? I could see if I can catch you a vole, and then you see if you can catch me a fish?" She grinned.

‘’Well, if I didn’t hold onto you, you might had drowned,’’ Mixedfur smirked as he came up to her again. He was glad that she was okay, and that she actually liked swimming! Who knew...a thunderclan cat...would like swimming? It certainly surprised him. He gave her a charming smile, ‘’So, you’re gonna be joining riverclan soon?’’ He teased, but he had hoped. She was most likely too loyal to her own clan to join him--Riverclan. And, he was fine at that. At least, that’s what he told himself.

As he began to rub himself on her, he noticed the scent he put on her earlier was linging off.He quickly jumped back from her, afraid that she might stench of fish again. ‘’I don’t want your clan getting suspicious, Splashheart.’’ He says, lowly, and sadly. ‘’We’re going to have to keep a good amount of distance from each other, but the day is still young!’’

Mixedfur mustered up a bright and generous smile her way. ‘’We’re definitely going to go through that! I’ll bring you a fish, and you’ll bring me a vole. I want to know if this food tastes as good as you claim it to be.’’ He shrugged lightly and turned back to the stream.

There was always plenty of fish there, and he found hunting on the edge a bit useful than going fully into the water. His fur was still drenched, and he wished to dry faster than the day allowed. He swiped at the water, trying to catch the best fish there. Splashheart deserved the best. Everything that was best.

His claws hooked around a nice sized trout and he carried it into his maw as he waited for her. ‘’Your fish, m’lady.’’ He sets it gently down at her paws, and looked up to meet her gaze. He quickly nosed her cheek, and nudged her to try the fish. ‘’It’s good for you! And filled with protein!’’ He winked. Lowly, he said, ‘’It’ll be good for our future kits,’’ It was only a light hearted joke because he loved to tease the female.

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 06:41 AM
‘’Well, if I didn’t hold onto you, you might had drowned,’’ Mixedfur smirked as he came up to her again. He was glad that she was okay, and that she actually liked swimming! Who knew...a thunderclan cat...would like swimming? It certainly surprised him. He gave her a charming smile, ‘’So, you’re gonna be joining riverclan soon?’’ He teased, but he had hoped. She was most likely too loyal to her own clan to join him--Riverclan. And, he was fine at that. At least, that’s what he told himself.

As he began to rub himself on her, he noticed the scent he put on her earlier was linging off.He quickly jumped back from her, afraid that she might stench of fish again. ‘’I don’t want your clan getting suspicious, Splashheart.’’ He says, lowly, and sadly. ‘’We’re going to have to keep a good amount of distance from each other, but the day is still young!’’

Mixedfur mustered up a bright and generous smile her way. ‘’We’re definitely going to go through that! I’ll bring you a fish, and you’ll bring me a vole. I want to know if this food tastes as good as you claim it to be.’’ He shrugged lightly and turned back to the stream.

There was always plenty of fish there, and he found hunting on the edge a bit useful than going fully into the water. His fur was still drenched, and he wished to dry faster than the day allowed. He swiped at the water, trying to catch the best fish there. Splashheart deserved the best. Everything that was best.

His claws hooked around a nice sized trout and he carried it into his maw as he waited for her. ‘’Your fish, m’lady.’’ He sets it gently down at her paws, and looked up to meet her gaze. He quickly nosed her cheek, and nudged her to try the fish. ‘’It’s good for you! And filled with protein!’’ He winked. Lowly, he said, ‘’It’ll be good for our future kits,’’ It was only a light hearted joke because he loved to tease the female.

Splashheart grinned at him, amusement written all over her face. "Join RiverClan? Well usually i'd say 'No Way!' and hold my nose and act all disgusted but now....Maybe." She purred jokingly. A part of her knew deep down she couldnt, and another part of her was disappointed by that. She pushed that away, smiling at Mixedfur.

She pressed against him lightly, no longer minding the scent that clung to his fur, the one that was starting to wash off of hers. Then her eyes widened at the same time he quickly leaped back, and she turned her head to give her pelt a few quick licks. "Yeah, dont want them suspecting anything." She tried to chuckle. She didnt like that, she didnt want to keep her distance. Soon he'd be gone and they'd be separated, forced apart by the border once more, enemies just like they should be. She didnt want that.

His smile looked forced, and she could tell hers was, too. Then when he spoke again she couldnt help but grin, genuinely, tilting her head with a smirk. "Alright." Her gaze flickered toward the edge of the forest. "I think I smell a vole right now." She commented lowly as he padded off, starting forward.

Her fur was short, shedding the water with ease though she could still feel her fur was damp, and water drops dripped softly from her whiskers. She shook them off and paused quietly, her mouth opening to detect any scents. Sure enough her favorite smell filled her nose. Vole.

Without waiting she lunged, her claws hooking around the creatures tail. The rodent squeaked and squealed and writhed, though stood no chance against the she-cat, who gave its neck a quick nip. Pride warmed her all over as she grabbed the limp prey in her jaws, turning and trotting back to wher Mixedfur was waiting with a smirk.

"Here you go. The best food in the forest!" She purred out, dropping the prey at his paws before looking down at the fish. Her nose twitched, but didnt wrinkle, as she had gotten used to the scent by now. Hearing his remark, she had to laugh. Splashheart knew he was joking, but it still made her heart soar at the thought. Our future kits, She mused. "Definitely, little Fishkit and Volekit will grow up big and strong wont they?" She purred back with a teasing smirk, grinning coyly at him before gazing down at the fish, curiosity in her blue eyes.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 07:15 AM
Splashheart grinned at him, amusement written all over her face. "Join RiverClan? Well usually i'd say 'No Way!' and hold my nose and act all disgusted but now....Maybe." She purred jokingly. A part of her knew deep down she couldnt, and another part of her was disappointed by that. She pushed that away, smiling at Mixedfur.

She pressed against him lightly, no longer minding the scent that clung to his fur, the one that was starting to wash off of hers. Then her eyes widened at the same time he quickly leaped back, and she turned her head to give her pelt a few quick licks. "Yeah, dont want them suspecting anything." She tried to chuckle. She didnt like that, she didnt want to keep her distance. Soon he'd be gone and they'd be separated, forced apart by the border once more, enemies just like they should be. She didnt want that.

His smile looked forced, and she could tell hers was, too. Then when he spoke again she couldnt help but grin, genuinely, tilting her head with a smirk. "Alright." Her gaze flickered toward the edge of the forest. "I think I smell a vole right now." She commented lowly as he padded off, starting forward.

Her fur was short, shedding the water with ease though she could still feel her fur was damp, and water drops dripped softly from her whiskers. She shook them off and paused quietly, her mouth opening to detect any scents. Sure enough her favorite smell filled her nose. Vole.

Without waiting she lunged, her claws hooking around the creatures tail. The rodent squeaked and squealed and writhed, though stood no chance against the she-cat, who gave its neck a quick nip. Pride warmed her all over as she grabbed the limp prey in her jaws, turning and trotting back to wher Mixedfur was waiting with a smirk.

"Here you go. The best food in the forest!" She purred out, dropping the prey at his paws before looking down at the fish. Her nose twitched, but didnt wrinkle, as she had gotten used to the scent by now. Hearing his remark, she had to laugh. Splashheart knew he was joking, but it still made her heart soar at the thought. Our future kits, She mused. "Definitely, little Fishkit and Volekit will grow up big and strong wont they?" She purred back with a teasing smirk, grinning coyly at him before gazing down at the fish, curiosity in her blue eyes.

Fishkit and Volekit?" Mixedfur wrinkled his nose, and held in a chuckle at the names she given. He knew it was only because of the food they were going to try, but he still teased her on it. "You will never be able to name our kits. At all. You suck at names." He snickered, then sent her charming smile. Mixedfur bent down and he prodded the little rodent with his paw. He knew it was dead, but it was peculiar to him. This made him gulp, for he never tasted a vole. He only ate fish. He adored fish. "By the way, our kits will grow up on fish. No ands, ors, or, buts about it. Understand, sweet?" He said in a mocked authorities voice before he carefully tore a piece off the meat. It was as if he were hesitant--which he was, but after swallowing it down, he took a gander at it faster than the last. It was actually pretty good. It tasted like meat. It was different from fish, but it WAS meat. And, it was pretty good. A weird type of good on his tongue but it was tasty.

As he finished the corpse, he licked his maw. "That wasn't...bad." He mewed, looking up at Spashheart as he stood up taller. "I feel bad if you do join Riverclan. You're leaving behind some tasty food!" The warrior teased her, and entered into a playful bow. His tail swished lightly behind him as his eyes never left her pelt. He longed to bury himself in it but instead thought otherwise. He feared that she would be too uncomfortable or that she would be going back.

What if her family comes looking for her? And seeing her with another cat? Another tom? Another clan? A lot of suspicion would arise, and they both would be in trouble.

Did he truly care that they would?

The mixed colored cat stared longingly at the female before him, and a quiet purr escape his throat before he made his decision. He passed up to her, rubbing his forehead to hers, and giving her a lick between her ears. "You're definitely an addiction. I need to stop concerning myself with you--before something bad happens." The tom replied with a charming smile. "How about we get away from here? Explore other territories for a change?" He thought it was a good idea. After all the two didn't have to worry about neighboring cats being nosy, and they would be alone. A pure rumbled through his throat loudly. They would be alone.

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 07:41 AM
Fishkit and Volekit?" Mixedfur wrinkled his nose, and held in a chuckle at the names she given. He knew it was only because of the food they were going to try, but he still teased her on it. "You will never be able to name our kits. At all. You suck at names." He snickered, then sent her charming smile. Mixedfur bent down and he prodded the little rodent with his paw. He knew it was dead, but it was peculiar to him. This made him gulp, for he never tasted a vole. He only ate fish. He adored fish. "By the way, our kits will grow up on fish. No ands, ors, or, buts about it. Understand, sweet?" He said in a mocked authorities voice before he carefully tore a piece off the meat. It was as if he were hesitant--which he was, but after swallowing it down, he took a gander at it faster than the last. It was actually pretty good. It tasted like meat. It was different from fish, but it WAS meat. And, it was pretty good. A weird type of good on his tongue but it was tasty.

As he finished the corpse, he licked his maw. "That wasn't...bad." He mewed, looking up at Spashheart as he stood up taller. "I feel bad if you do join Riverclan. You're leaving behind some tasty food!" The warrior teased her, and entered into a playful bow. His tail swished lightly behind him as his eyes never left her pelt. He longed to bury himself in it but instead thought otherwise. He feared that she would be too uncomfortable or that she would be going back.

What if her family comes looking for her? And seeing her with another cat? Another tom? Another clan? A lot of suspicion would arise, and they both would be in trouble.

Did he truly care that they would?

The mixed colored cat stared longingly at the female before him, and a quiet purr escape his throat before he made his decision. He passed up to her, rubbing his forehead to hers, and giving her a lick between her ears. "You're definitely an addiction. I need to stop concerning myself with you--before something bad happens." The tom replied with a charming smile. "How about we get away from here? Explore other territories for a change?" He thought it was a good idea. After all the two didn't have to worry about neighboring cats being nosy, and they would be alone. A pure rumbled through his throat loudly. They would be alone.

"Well thanks," Splashheart mocked, giggling. "I'd like to see you come up with better!" She watched with a smile as he took a hesitant bite, before tearing into the vole, and she smirked knowingly. "Hey otter-cat, I know its good but dont choke, kay?" She winked at him before ripping a piece off of the fish. The flavor sang on her tongue, and her blue eyes widened as she swallowed the bite in her mouth before taking another. Jeez! All this time I was hunting and eating voles when I could've been tearing into one of these! She thought with a small chuckle to herself. It was different from what she was used to, but a good different - It was delicious.

When she'd finished eating she licked her lips over and over again, the taste lingering in her mouth and making her want more. She looked up and cocked her head at the Tom, giving a small grin. "The fish wasnt bad either." She mewed, swiping her tongue over her jaws again longingly. "In fact, I found it quite...Amazing." She purred. Her eyes scanned over his pelt, longing to go over and rub against him but at the same time she knew she couldnt. But, she didnt see why she would have to leave right then, either. She had plenty of time.

Right now would be horrible timing for one of our Clanmates to find us, She thought in amusement. With Splashheart smelling like fish, asmell she absolutely loved now, and Mixedfur smelling faintly of vole? And worse, the Tom's scent still lingered on her fur slightly. She liked it, but her Clanmates may not if they did decide to come along now.

Splashheart smiled as he padded towards her, rising up to press her head slightly against his. A loud purr grew in her chest as she giggled. "You're quite addicting yourself," She purred with a grin up at him, tilting her head to the side with a warm smile. "Yeah, lets get out of here. The sooner we're alone the better." She winked, smirking.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 10:11 AM
"Well thanks," Splashheart mocked, giggling. "I'd like to see you come up with better!" She watched with a smile as he took a hesitant bite, before tearing into the vole, and she smirked knowingly. "Hey otter-cat, I know its good but dont choke, kay?" She winked at him before ripping a piece off of the fish. The flavor sang on her tongue, and her blue eyes widened as she swallowed the bite in her mouth before taking another. Jeez! All this time I was hunting and eating voles when I could've been tearing into one of these! She thought with a small chuckle to herself. It was different from what she was used to, but a good different - It was delicious.

When she'd finished eating she licked her lips over and over again, the taste lingering in her mouth and making her want more. She looked up and cocked her head at the Tom, giving a small grin. "The fish wasnt bad either." She mewed, swiping her tongue over her jaws again longingly. "In fact, I found it quite...Amazing." She purred. Her eyes scanned over his pelt, longing to go over and rub against him but at the same time she knew she couldnt. But, she didnt see why she would have to leave right then, either. She had plenty of time.

Right now would be horrible timing for one of our Clanmates to find us, She thought in amusement. With Splashheart smelling like fish, asmell she absolutely loved now, and Mixedfur smelling faintly of vole? And worse, the Tom's scent still lingered on her fur slightly. She liked it, but her Clanmates may not if they did decide to come along now.

Splashheart smiled as he padded towards her, rising up to press her head slightly against his. A loud purr grew in her chest as she giggled. "You're quite addicting yourself," She purred with a grin up at him, tilting her head to the side with a warm smile. "Yeah, lets get out of here. The sooner we're alone the better." She winked, smirking.

Mixedfur didn't need to be told twice as he started to pad to an opened area, looking back to make sure she was following. A pleasant smile graced his muzzle, and he found himself staring at her longer than he intended. He begin looking ahead of them trying to find a decent spot where the two could settle down, perhaps talk, perhaps get to know each other more.

"So, you seemed to have found a new favorite food?" He smirked. "The vole was delicious, but we both know that fish is extremely better!" He exclaimed, and his gait carried more excitement in it. "Don't worry, I know you can be in denial. After all, you are a thunderclan cat." He somewhat liked the thunderclan cats now. Well, he liked the she cat from thunderclan. He found her intriguing to talk, and he adored listening to her voice.

Mixedfur longed for her to be apart of Riverclan where they didn't have to fear the neighboring cats or the consequences of the warrior code. They could live their lives out happily. Two normal cats enjoying a spark of life.

It was one thing he dreamed of yet he found himself dreaming all the time. He found himself dreaming constantly. Maybe one day he would find himself dreaming with her.

"There are a lot of things I want you to try," he winked. "Besides swimming." He hopped over a large rock swiftly as he continued to pad along. "I think your going to be amazed at the little adventures we're going to take. I believe it's an abandoned fox den around here somewhere." He stopped for a few seconds to eye her with a smile. "It could be our secret place. Then, again it was abandoned for years. Perhaps, we could make a comfortable nest and rest there for the rest of the day--unless you decide to leave early. I doubt my clan will even notice my absence, love." He says gently as he continued to rush along until the two came to medium sized den, a nice hole built as if it led underground. Mixedfur knew the different borders like the back of his paw, and he took a few sniffs as the air, just to persuade himself that the den was big enough and good enough for the two to be alone.

After much thinking Mixedfur shot his companion a look. "So," he kicked at a rock with his paw. "What do you think?"

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 10:31 AM
Mixedfur didn't need to be told twice as he started to pad to an opened area, looking back to make sure she was following. A pleasant smile graced his muzzle, and he found himself staring at her longer than he intended. He begin looking ahead of them trying to find a decent spot where the two could settle down, perhaps talk, perhaps get to know each other more.

"So, you seemed to have found a new favorite food?" He smirked. "The vole was delicious, but we both know that fish is extremely better!" He exclaimed, and his gait carried more excitement in it. "Don't worry, I know you can be in denial. After all, you are a thunderclan cat." He somewhat liked the thunderclan cats now. Well, he liked the she cat from thunderclan. He found her intriguing to talk, and he adored listening to her voice.

Mixedfur longed for her to be apart of Riverclan where they didn't have to fear the neighboring cats or the consequences of the warrior code. They could live their lives out happily. Two normal cats enjoying a spark of life.

It was one thing he dreamed of yet he found himself dreaming all the time. He found himself dreaming constantly. Maybe one day he would find himself dreaming with her.

"There are a lot of things I want you to try," he winked. "Besides swimming." He hopped over a large rock swiftly as he continued to pad along. "I think your going to be amazed at the little adventures we're going to take. I believe it's an abandoned fox den around here somewhere." He stopped for a few seconds to eye her with a smile. "It could be our secret place. Then, again it was abandoned for years. Perhaps, we could make a comfortable nest and rest there for the rest of the day--unless you decide to leave early. I doubt my clan will even notice my absence, love." He says gently as he continued to rush along until the two came to medium sized den, a nice hole built as if it led underground. Mixedfur knew the different borders like the back of his paw, and he took a few sniffs as the air, just to persuade himself that the den was big enough and good enough for the two to be alone.

After much thinking Mixedfur shot his companion a look. "So," he kicked at a rock with his paw. "What do you think?"

Splashheart chuckled and padded after him, a grin on her face. "Well I wont deny this. The fish was delicious." She purred, reaching the Tom's side and brushing her fur against his slightly. "Oh? Whats being in ThunderClan have to do with it?" She teased, smirking playfully at him.

She did want to be in RiverClan. That much she knew. It bordered ThunderClan, she'd e able to see her siblings on patrol and at gatherings...But was she really willing to leave her Clan just for this Tom? If I become pregnant, then I definitely will. She thought, gazing at Mixedfur a bit longer than she had intended to. Kits need to be with both their parents, and I could never cut him out of their lives, either. Then she almost laughed at the thought. I probably wont get pregnant. Maybe. But it wasnt hard to imagine it, tiny colorful furred bundles, a little she-kit looking just like Mixedfur and a little Tom looking like Splashheart. The thought warmed her all over. She thought of Eternal and a small wave of guilt flooded her senses before she shook it off.

She wanted a normal life. A life where, she could be with the Tom beside her, with fuzzy bundles surrounding her. Everything was always so hectic in ThunderClan. Someone was dying, someone was missing, someone ran away out of guilt for something they didnt do. Gyrestar was a good leader, and Snowsong was going to be a good deputy and hopefully the two together could turn things around, make things better for the Clan, but Splashheart wanted more. She wanted a life of her own, and not worry constantly about looking over her shoulder every second. Blackstorm is still out there. She shuddered at the thought slightly.

Mixedfur snapped her out of her thoughts, the blue-gray she-cat looking up with a smile as he spoke to her. "I see no reason to leave early when things are just getting fun," She purred. "Im usually out on patrol for a while anyway so my siblings wont worry." She looked at the fox den, a smile on her face. It looked big enough for the two of them to be alone together, the thought warmed her all over as she purred.

"I love it." Splashheart grinned, looking up at the Tom. "Lets rest here."

monfang
March 17th, 2017, 11:01 AM
{permission to enter? xD like when they are running eternal hears them and spies on them? lol}

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 11:19 AM
Splashheart chuckled and padded after him, a grin on her face. "Well I wont deny this. The fish was delicious." She purred, reaching the Tom's side and brushing her fur against his slightly. "Oh? Whats being in ThunderClan have to do with it?" She teased, smirking playfully at him.

She did want to be in RiverClan. That much she knew. It bordered ThunderClan, she'd e able to see her siblings on patrol and at gatherings...But was she really willing to leave her Clan just for this Tom? If I become pregnant, then I definitely will. She thought, gazing at Mixedfur a bit longer than she had intended to. Kits need to be with both their parents, and I could never cut him out of their lives, either. Then she almost laughed at the thought. I probably wont get pregnant. Maybe. But it wasnt hard to imagine it, tiny colorful furred bundles, a little she-kit looking just like Mixedfur and a little Tom looking like Splashheart. The thought warmed her all over. She thought of Eternal and a small wave of guilt flooded her senses before she shook it off.

She wanted a normal life. A life where, she could be with the Tom beside her, with fuzzy bundles surrounding her. Everything was always so hectic in ThunderClan. Someone was dying, someone was missing, someone ran away out of guilt for something they didnt do. Gyrestar was a good leader, and Snowsong was going to be a good deputy and hopefully the two together could turn things around, make things better for the Clan, but Splashheart wanted more. She wanted a life of her own, and not worry constantly about looking over her shoulder every second. Blackstorm is still out there. She shuddered at the thought slightly.

Mixedfur snapped her out of her thoughts, the blue-gray she-cat looking up with a smile as he spoke to her. "I see no reason to leave early when things are just getting fun," She purred. "Im usually out on patrol for a while anyway so my siblings wont worry." She looked at the fox den, a smile on her face. It looked big enough for the two of them to be alone together, the thought warmed her all over as she purred.

"I love it." Splashheart grinned, looking up at the Tom. "Lets rest here."

‘’I suppose thunderclan cats aren’t all that bad,’’ He teased, and gently flicked her with his tail as he hurried inside the small den. He enclosed himself to a deep corner, and waited for the she-cat to make her appearance. As long as she was closed to the wall of the den, where it was safe from any outside intruders.

One thing Mixedfur always worried about was safety. Since he brought her out here to this den, he would make sure left with her as the same condition as to how he got her. The den was bit dusty. Filled with dirt, per usual. And, his nose twitched at the smell. Dried leaves laid on the floor in a messy heap, but it would be useful to make a nest that they could snuggle in together. As he began digging the leaves into a messy nest for the two to lay on, he made sure it would be soft enough for her to lay upon.

‘’I think that’ll be good enough for you.’’ The tom nods as he nudged Splashheart into the abandoned fox den, and helped her get comfortable. He laid down, leaning himself into her. ‘’Are you cold?’’ He his maw curled into a smirk, as he allowed his thick pelt to comfort her. Although he appeared larger than her, he bent down his head, giving her a smile. ‘’Are you sure you’re going to be okay here? No one to worry about? At all?’’ Desperation was in his eyes, but his voice was as smooth as it had always been. A deep type of smooth that seemed odd to hear at first, but would get used to after some time.

‘’I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.’’ How many times have he stressed that issue already? He bent his head down to begin giving the nape of her neck gentle rasp licks as if he were in the moment of grooming her.

At the moment, she was his center of attention, and he wouldn’t allow himself to be discouraged or interrupted by anyone around them. A purr begin rumbling through his throat as he pulled his tongue away from her, and laid down on his side, facing her. He gently pawed at her, looking at her through his yellow orbs. ‘’I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here right now. With you.’’ He said slowly, and earnestly. And, he feared that someone might find them, but he knew they wouldn’t. As he picked himself up again, and bumping his head into her, he continued to shower her licks.

monybab Goessssss aheadsssss xD This might get interesting...

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 12:49 PM
‘’I suppose thunderclan cats aren’t all that bad,’’ He teased, and gently flicked her with his tail as he hurried inside the small den. He enclosed himself to a deep corner, and waited for the she-cat to make her appearance. As long as she was closed to the wall of the den, where it was safe from any outside intruders.

One thing Mixedfur always worried about was safety. Since he brought her out here to this den, he would make sure left with her as the same condition as to how he got her. The den was bit dusty. Filled with dirt, per usual. And, his nose twitched at the smell. Dried leaves laid on the floor in a messy heap, but it would be useful to make a nest that they could snuggle in together. As he began digging the leaves into a messy nest for the two to lay on, he made sure it would be soft enough for her to lay upon.

‘’I think that’ll be good enough for you.’’ The tom nods as he nudged Splashheart into the abandoned fox den, and helped her get comfortable. He laid down, leaning himself into her. ‘’Are you cold?’’ He his maw curled into a smirk, as he allowed his thick pelt to comfort her. Although he appeared larger than her, he bent down his head, giving her a smile. ‘’Are you sure you’re going to be okay here? No one to worry about? At all?’’ Desperation was in his eyes, but his voice was as smooth as it had always been. A deep type of smooth that seemed odd to hear at first, but would get used to after some time.

‘’I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.’’ How many times have he stressed that issue already? He bent his head down to begin giving the nape of her neck gentle rasp licks as if he were in the moment of grooming her.

At the moment, she was his center of attention, and he wouldn’t allow himself to be discouraged or interrupted by anyone around them. A purr begin rumbling through his throat as he pulled his tongue away from her, and laid down on his side, facing her. He gently pawed at her, looking at her through his yellow orbs. ‘’I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here right now. With you.’’ He said slowly, and earnestly. And, he feared that someone might find them, but he knew they wouldn’t. As he picked himself up again, and bumping his head into her, he continued to shower her licks.

monybab Goessssss aheadsssss xD This might get interesting...

(XDD Goes right ahead! This will be hilarious XDDD)
"He finally admits!" Splashheart joked, padding in after him. The she-cat was grinning teasingly, an amused glitter in her blue eyes as she gazed around the den. It was nice, big enough for the two of them. Alone,She almost purred at the thought.

Watching as he got to work making the nest comfortable, she let her gaze rake over his body, watching the muscles ripple under his colorful pelt. A smile made its way onto her maw as she watched him, almost unconsciously. She was sure that where they were at now, nobody would find them, right? The she-cat relaxed, watching Mixedfur with an intrigued look in her blue eyes.

"Thanks," Splashheart purred, softly as the Tom nudged her into the nest. She let herself sink down into it comfortably, sighing in content. The smile on he face grew as Mixedfur laid beside her, and she found herself leaning into him gently. "Hmm, not cold. And im perfectly fine and yes, certain nobody is gonna come here." She laughed softly, grinning playfully at the Tom.

He wanted her to be comfortable. The thought warmed her all over, inside and out as she smiled brightly up at him. "And I thank you for that." She lifted her head slightly, giving his cheek a few soft licks and purring as she felt his tongue rasp down her neck once more.

Splashheart rolled onto her side comfortably as he laid down, reaching out a paw to place on the Tom's chest softly. "Me either," She said warmly. "In fact, im debating on never going home." She added, half jokingly and half seriously. She giggled as he stood back up, bumping his head into her and licking her again. The blue-gray she-cat raised her head, enjoying the affection and occasionally returning the licks on the Tom's cheeks and nose, the purr in her chest only getting louder and louder.

monfang
March 17th, 2017, 01:04 PM
{ Random Melody NoireRose }
Eternal had been padding around the territory, thinking about things. He had to clear his mind on things, trying to get past the events that happened only moons ago. He felt as if he had drifted far from his family, and he really didn't like the thought, however he wasn't going to leave them. Not again.

Keeping to the overgrowth he head a familiar voice along with one he did not know. Perking his hears he honed his hearing and heard Splashheart, talking with another. Smiling, he almost padded out before he heard a part of their conversation, a piece that made his heart drop. I'm debating on never going home... His ears flattened against his head at the words and he padded silently to a bush and peered through, seeing the two.

He gasped at the scents of RiverClan and knew the tom was not of ThunderClan. His green eyes flickered as he watched, anger and sadness filling his head. Sure they hadn't hung out much since they returned to ThunderClan but he liked her, he always had. They were best friends and they started becoming more, then the fight with Blackstorm and they drifted apart but that was mostly his fault.

He felt like jumping out, confronting them, but he stayed hidden, for he couldn't move. He was in disbelief. Was this even Splashheart? Was this tom even RiverClan? They were on the border but then again the scents of ThunderClan would have still been stronger than what he's smelling. He decided to just spy on them, see what was happening before he did anything.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 05:35 PM
(XDD Goes right ahead! This will be hilarious XDDD)
"He finally admits!" Splashheart joked, padding in after him. The she-cat was grinning teasingly, an amused glitter in her blue eyes as she gazed around the den. It was nice, big enough for the two of them. Alone,She almost purred at the thought.

Watching as he got to work making the nest comfortable, she let her gaze rake over his body, watching the muscles ripple under his colorful pelt. A smile made its way onto her maw as she watched him, almost unconsciously. She was sure that where they were at now, nobody would find them, right? The she-cat relaxed, watching Mixedfur with an intrigued look in her blue eyes.

"Thanks," Splashheart purred, softly as the Tom nudged her into the nest. She let herself sink down into it comfortably, sighing in content. The smile on he face grew as Mixedfur laid beside her, and she found herself leaning into him gently. "Hmm, not cold. And im perfectly fine and yes, certain nobody is gonna come here." She laughed softly, grinning playfully at the Tom.

He wanted her to be comfortable. The thought warmed her all over, inside and out as she smiled brightly up at him. "And I thank you for that." She lifted her head slightly, giving his cheek a few soft licks and purring as she felt his tongue rasp down her neck once more.

Splashheart rolled onto her side comfortably as he laid down, reaching out a paw to place on the Tom's chest softly. "Me either," She said warmly. "In fact, im debating on never going home." She added, half jokingly and half seriously. She giggled as he stood back up, bumping his head into her and licking her again. The blue-gray she-cat raised her head, enjoying the affection and occasionally returning the licks on the Tom's cheeks and nose, the purr in her chest only getting louder and louder.

‘’Never going home, huh?’’ Mixedfur lowly says as he continued to lick her. His ears were ringing at the thought of it, but it could had only been played off as a joke. Right? It sounded like a joke. Maybe. However, Mixedfur purred anyway, just from being around the female. ‘’So you’re gonna stay here?’’ He pulled himself away, joking himself. He then leaned back into her, ‘’Or, you wanna come back with me?’’ The vibration in his throat was deep with affection and excitement.

‘’Your safety is my priority. First and foremost.’’ The tom soothed. He looked her over once again with his striking yellow orbs, and just stared at her for a bit. His ears twitched as he thought he heard something outside, but thought nothing of the sort. His attention was solely on the feline in front of him.

‘’I mean, if you do come with me...think of all the fish you could eat.’’ He joked, and pressed his nose into the side of her face, as a chuckle rumbled deep from within him. ‘’I bet you’d be a perfect mother to Volekit and Fishkit.’’ This made him laugh once more, thinking of the earlier conversation they had. It did make him think. A lot on it. Although there were other capable she-cats in riverclan; he didn’t want them. He believed since he grew up around the scent of water, of fish of the other she-cats, his interest bore him. He had some good friends in riverclan--of both genders. He was secretly happy to meet another from a different clan. Let alone a she-cat. It was something different about her.

Mixedfur pulled himself back before he got carried away. He looked towards the entrance of the den, an eerie feeling settled within him, but he kept Splashheart guarded, so in case trouble did happen; he would be attacked first. The large tom shook his head to rid the thoughts, and he turned back to the light of his life. Just looking into her eyes made all his worries disappear, and a bright smile appeared on his maw. He whispered into her ear, leaning into her, ‘’So, what do you want to do?’’ He teased, but quickly added, ‘’Or, talk about?’’

mony

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 07:36 PM
‘’Never going home, huh?’’ Mixedfur lowly says as he continued to lick her. His ears were ringing at the thought of it, but it could had only been played off as a joke. Right? It sounded like a joke. Maybe. However, Mixedfur purred anyway, just from being around the female. ‘’So you’re gonna stay here?’’ He pulled himself away, joking himself. He then leaned back into her, ‘’Or, you wanna come back with me?’’ The vibration in his throat was deep with affection and excitement.

‘’Your safety is my priority. First and foremost.’’ The tom soothed. He looked her over once again with his striking yellow orbs, and just stared at her for a bit. His ears twitched as he thought he heard something outside, but thought nothing of the sort. His attention was solely on the feline in front of him.

‘’I mean, if you do come with me...think of all the fish you could eat.’’ He joked, and pressed his nose into the side of her face, as a chuckle rumbled deep from within him. ‘’I bet you’d be a perfect mother to Volekit and Fishkit.’’ This made him laugh once more, thinking of the earlier conversation they had. It did make him think. A lot on it. Although there were other capable she-cats in riverclan; he didn’t want them. He believed since he grew up around the scent of water, of fish of the other she-cats, his interest bore him. He had some good friends in riverclan--of both genders. He was secretly happy to meet another from a different clan. Let alone a she-cat. It was something different about her.

Mixedfur pulled himself back before he got carried away. He looked towards the entrance of the den, an eerie feeling settled within him, but he kept Splashheart guarded, so in case trouble did happen; he would be attacked first. The large tom shook his head to rid the thoughts, and he turned back to the light of his life. Just looking into her eyes made all his worries disappear, and a bright smile appeared on his maw. He whispered into her ear, leaning into her, ‘’So, what do you want to do?’’ He teased, but quickly added, ‘’Or, talk about?’’

mony

Splashheart giggled. "I cant stay here without you." She smirked, tail flicking side to side as she smiled at the Tom. "Going back with you doesnt seem like such a bad idea!" She purred, bumping her head against his gently.

"Aww, thats so sweet." She giggled, hearing his next sentence. A purr rumbled in her chest as she rasped her tongue up his cheek, a smile on her face. For a moment she thought she'd heard something but she shook it off, ears flicking toward the sound anyway.

Splashheart chuckled to herself as Mixedfur brought up the silly names she'd came up with, lightly flicking her tail at his shoulder. "Yeah! Volekit, Fishkit, Mousekit and Squirrelkit." She laughed, amused as she tilted her head. Her eyes ran over the Tom, a warm smile on her face. Again she thought of Eternal but the thought was gone when Mixedfur spoke again. She loved to listen to his voice, it soothed her.

"Mmm," She hummed in thought, disappointment flickering through her blue eyes briefly as he pulled back a little. She followed his gaze toward the entrance, unable to help the feeling someone was watching them. "I hope the fox isnt here." She whispered, but there was a joking glitter in her eyes. She noticed how Mixedfur was in a guarded, a protective stance. The thought warmed her all over, as a smile lit her face slightly. Shaking her head, the she-cat reached forward so she could give his ears a few licks. "I dont know. What do you wanna do, or talk about?"

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 08:47 PM
Splashheart giggled. "I cant stay here without you." She smirked, tail flicking side to side as she smiled at the Tom. "Going back with you doesnt seem like such a bad idea!" She purred, bumping her head against his gently.

"Aww, thats so sweet." She giggled, hearing his next sentence. A purr rumbled in her chest as she rasped her tongue up his cheek, a smile on her face. For a moment she thought she'd heard something but she shook it off, ears flicking toward the sound anyway.

Splashheart chuckled to herself as Mixedfur brought up the silly names she'd came up with, lightly flicking her tail at his shoulder. "Yeah! Volekit, Fishkit, Mousekit and Squirrelkit." She laughed, amused as she tilted her head. Her eyes ran over the Tom, a warm smile on her face. Again she thought of Eternal but the thought was gone when Mixedfur spoke again. She loved to listen to his voice, it soothed her.

"Mmm," She hummed in thought, disappointment flickering through her blue eyes briefly as he pulled back a little. She followed his gaze toward the entrance, unable to help the feeling someone was watching them. "I hope the fox isnt here." She whispered, but there was a joking glitter in her eyes. She noticed how Mixedfur was in a guarded, a protective stance. The thought warmed her all over, as a smile lit her face slightly. Shaking her head, the she-cat reached forward so she could give his ears a few licks. "I dont know. What do you wanna do, or talk about?"


‘’You won’t have to worry. I’m never leaving, you.’’ He told her in a low gentle tone, and rubbed his head against hers as she bumped her head into his. ‘’I think you should highly consider it.’’ The tom mused. ‘’Just think of all the fun we could have! Riverclan isn’t that bad, you know. A lot of friendly cats. I’m sure they’ll warm up to you.’’ Mixedfur stated, confidently. He had hoped that he could swipe up the she-cat as his own. He imagined everything they could do together- go swimming, fishing, running around and explore...perhaps even raising a family. The thought lingered there for a while before he shook his head, and turned his attention back to the feline next to him.

‘’Please, don’t.’’ He laughed. ‘’Our kits would hate you if you named them such. Although Squirrekit doesn’t sound like a bad name. It’s pretty cute.’’ The large tom brushed his side against her, and added. ‘’So, you want a lot of kits? All those names seem to be many,’’ He teased, thinking of the four names she came up with. Though he wanted kits, he always questioned whether he would be a good father. Usually he loved spending time in the nursery to tell the kits stories, but those were others’ kits, none were his. If it were his kits, it would be ten times worse, yet ten times better. Life would be definitely. Perhaps grand. He could imagine himself playing with them, cuddling them, telling them stories. All of the sorts that warmed his heart.

Mixedfur stared out the entrance again, and at her comment, his ears perked. He highly doubted it would be a fox. The den was abandoned for a reason...right. ‘’I’m sure it’s not a fox. We’re probably just paranoid.’’ He chuckled, joking.

Mixedfur twitched his ears as he felt Splashheart’s warm tongue around them. His eyes half-lidded and he felt at peace as a goofy smile spread across his muzzle at the attention he was seeking. He cleared his throat and answered playfully, ‘’I’m a tom of action,’’ He winked, a playful tint in his voice. ‘’And, as of the moment, the only thing I’m doing is taking care of you.’’ He rolled over onto his back, so that he was looking up at the ceiling of the den. His eyes rolled over to her, a smile placed on his muzzle. ‘’Why must you make me so happy? As if I’m some new tom?’’ A purr rumbled in his throat. ‘’I know I’m not the only tom out here that has eyes on you...is there someone else?’’ He asked, a sincere spark in his orbs. ‘’If there is...what if you do choose to leave with me? Wh-What’s going to happen then? I honestly don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better. To be in the company of a better tom.’’ His words broke his heart, but they were true. ‘’Yet. You’re here with me.’’ He quietly added.

monfang
March 17th, 2017, 09:17 PM
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Eternal watched, mixed emotions in him. Anger, sadness, betrayal. It was true. Splashheart was with a RiverClan tom. It hurt him, pained him, stuck him in the heart. He liked her but she was with another tom! He wanted to jump out attack them, but if he did he would hurt Splashheart, and he couldn't do that. He was so deep in thought he didn't realize he was leaning closer, and his paw stepped forward to catch him, landing on a twig, and the snap seemed to sound like a dead oak falling over, it scared him and he gasped, looking down before looking back up, wondering if they heard.

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 09:29 PM
‘’You won’t have to worry. I’m never leaving, you.’’ He told her in a low gentle tone, and rubbed his head against hers as she bumped her head into his. ‘’I think you should highly consider it.’’ The tom mused. ‘’Just think of all the fun we could have! Riverclan isn’t that bad, you know. A lot of friendly cats. I’m sure they’ll warm up to you.’’ Mixedfur stated, confidently. He had hoped that he could swipe up the she-cat as his own. He imagined everything they could do together- go swimming, fishing, running around and explore...perhaps even raising a family. The thought lingered there for a while before he shook his head, and turned his attention back to the feline next to him.

‘’Please, don’t.’’ He laughed. ‘’Our kits would hate you if you named them such. Although Squirrekit doesn’t sound like a bad name. It’s pretty cute.’’ The large tom brushed his side against her, and added. ‘’So, you want a lot of kits? All those names seem to be many,’’ He teased, thinking of the four names she came up with. Though he wanted kits, he always questioned whether he would be a good father. Usually he loved spending time in the nursery to tell the kits stories, but those were others’ kits, none were his. If it were his kits, it would be ten times worse, yet ten times better. Life would be definitely. Perhaps grand. He could imagine himself playing with them, cuddling them, telling them stories. All of the sorts that warmed his heart.

Mixedfur stared out the entrance again, and at her comment, his ears perked. He highly doubted it would be a fox. The den was abandoned for a reason...right. ‘’I’m sure it’s not a fox. We’re probably just paranoid.’’ He chuckled, joking.

Mixedfur twitched his ears as he felt Splashheart’s warm tongue around them. His eyes half-lidded and he felt at peace as a goofy smile spread across his muzzle at the attention he was seeking. He cleared his throat and answered playfully, ‘’I’m a tom of action,’’ He winked, a playful tint in his voice. ‘’And, as of the moment, the only thing I’m doing is taking care of you.’’ He rolled over onto his back, so that he was looking up at the ceiling of the den. His eyes rolled over to her, a smile placed on his muzzle. ‘’Why must you make me so happy? As if I’m some new tom?’’ A purr rumbled in his throat. ‘’I know I’m not the only tom out here that has eyes on you...is there someone else?’’ He asked, a sincere spark in his orbs. ‘’If there is...what if you do choose to leave with me? Wh-What’s going to happen then? I honestly don’t deserve you. You deserve so much better. To be in the company of a better tom.’’ His words broke his heart, but they were true. ‘’Yet. You’re here with me.’’ He quietly added.
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Eternal watched, mixed emotions in him. Anger, sadness, betrayal. It was true. Splashheart was with a RiverClan tom. It hurt him, pained him, stuck him in the heart. He liked her but she was with another tom! He wanted to jump out attack them, but if he did he would hurt Splashheart, and he couldn't do that. He was so deep in thought he didn't realize he was leaning closer, and his paw stepped forward to catch him, landing on a twig, and the snap seemed to sound like a dead oak falling over, it scared him and he gasped, looking down before looking back up, wondering if they heard.

"RiverClan doesnt seem so bad. I can imagine living there." Splashheart mused, smiling at Mixedfur with a warm look in her blue eyes. "And if they do have a problem with me, i'll set 'em straight!" She puffed out her chest, reaching forward to lick his cheek again with a giggle.

Hearing his next words, Splashheart pouted mockingly, a smirk on her face. "I like Mousekit too though. Mousekit and Squirrelkit. And I want at least five kits," She purred teasingly, flicking her tail over his ears. "Mousekit, Squirrelkit...I kinda like Fiercekit," She added, thinking of her deceased father. A small pain stabbed at her, but it wasnt much, seeing as she never really knew him anyway. "And Owlkit, maybe. Songkit, Streamkit," She grinned at him. "Shall I continue?" She teased, tilting her head at him before smiling at his next words.

"I make you happy do I?" Splashheart moved a little closer to the Tom,closing her eyes for a second in contentment. But his next words had her eyes opening wide again, and she gave him an incredulous stare, ears flat to her head. She could hardly speak when he had finished, shaking her head.

"Oh, Mixedfur...I--" She stopped mid-sentence, head snapping up at the sudden crack. Her blue eyes went wide, her gray ears falling back against her head as she pushed herself into sitting position. "Did you hear that?" She whispered to the Tom beside her, her wide blue eyes fixed on the entrance.

Its a fox, She thought, then suddenly a familiar smell wafted up her nose and everything just stopped. It was almost heart-shattering, the realization, and it shook her completely. She didnt say anything afterwards, a cold feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, and only one thought lingering in her mind.

Oh, no.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 09:46 PM
"RiverClan doesnt seem so bad. I can imagine living there." Splashheart mused, smiling at Mixedfur with a warm look in her blue eyes. "And if they do have a problem with me, i'll set 'em straight!" She puffed out her chest, reaching forward to lick his cheek again with a giggle.

Hearing his next words, Splashheart pouted mockingly, a smirk on her face. "I like Mousekit too though. Mousekit and Squirrelkit. And I want at least five kits," She purred teasingly, flicking her tail over his ears. "Mousekit, Squirrelkit...I kinda like Fiercekit," She added, thinking of her deceased father. A small pain stabbed at her, but it wasnt much, seeing as she never really knew him anyway. "And Owlkit, maybe. Songkit, Streamkit," She grinned at him. "Shall I continue?" She teased, tilting her head at him before smiling at his next words.

"I make you happy do I?" Splashheart moved a little closer to the Tom,closing her eyes for a second in contentment. But his next words had her eyes opening wide again, and she gave him an incredulous stare, ears flat to her head. She could hardly speak when he had finished, shaking her head.

"Oh, Mixedfur...I--" She stopped mid-sentence, head snapping up at the sudden crack. Her blue eyes went wide, her gray ears falling back against her head as she pushed herself into sitting position. "Did you hear that?" She whispered to the Tom beside her, her wide blue eyes fixed on the entrance.

Its a fox, She thought, then suddenly a familiar smell wafted up her nose and everything just stopped. It was almost heart-shattering, the realization, and it shook her completely. She didnt say anything afterwards, a cold feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, and only one thought lingering in her mind.

Oh, no.

Mixedfur eyes widened at all the names she mentioned. Though he tried to listen, he kept repeating five kits? Five kits! FIVE KITS! The tom thought two kits were too many to handle, according to him. He could hardly keep up with the energetic kits in Riverclan nursery, how would he ever keep up with those kits if the two ever became mates?

He did, however, liked the names she mentioned. His particular favorite was fiercekit, thinking of a son that had a brave heart and mind. It was definitely an idea. ‘’It seems like you have everything planned out.’’ He teased, mockingly. ‘’I suppose I’ll take back what I said about the names,’’ he chuckled. ‘’The kits would probably shower you in the love you deserve.’’ The tom gingerly gave the feline a soft lick against her cheek, before his ears twitched again at a sound.

They were definitely not alone. He tried to think it was the wind toying with them. Maybe the wind decided to move some things around, so he relaxed once again, smiling at Splashheart. ‘’Why wouldn’t you make me happy? You’re just all happiness and good luck!’’ His ears tilted towards the entrance, and he stood guarded again, his fur bristling. All he wanted was some alone time with the thunderclan she-cat he liked.

When she said something, he flicked his tail, and started padding towards the entrance. ‘’At least I know I’m not going crazy.’’ He gave her quick glance, before he he warned her silently to stay in place. ‘’Stay here. I’ll check it out.’’ As he padded towards the entrance of the den, he looked around their scenery. Whatever it was didn’t mean any harm. At least the scent in the air didn’t.

That scent…

That scent smelled similar to how Splashheart when he first crossed her at the border. Was there other thunderclan cats around? Fear crept into his heart, and his mind pondered on what to do next. With a flick of his tail, he motioned for Splashheart to come up to him. He said, ‘’It seems like you have company.’’ He flattened his ears. ‘’I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.’’ He gave her quick nuzzle, and backed away. ‘’...I think we may have to leave...probably stop seeing each other.’’ The tom down casted his eyes. He didn’t want to leave her, but he couldn’t risk at whoever was lurking around, nosing themselves in their business. He licked her cheek slowly. ‘’Unless, you have a plan?’’ His ears perked in the slightest bit, holding on to the edge of hope.

mony

monfang
March 17th, 2017, 10:02 PM
"No."
The voice said, and finally Eternal worked up enough courage to walk out, and there he could be seen. His eyes were closed, a pained, disappointed-almost look on his face. "Don't let me ruin this. You seem happy Splashheart, that's all I wanted for you. Stay happy." he said before opening his eyes, the green orbs flashed with anger. "Make sure to tell Lionheart and them I won't return to camp. I'm thinking I'll leave to the old turf again..." he said, and then looked dead at Mixedfur. "Take care of her. I obviously wasn't able." anger pressed his voice as he said it then he turned to leave.

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Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 10:07 PM
Mixedfur eyes widened at all the names she mentioned. Though he tried to listen, he kept repeating five kits? Five kits! FIVE KITS! The tom thought two kits were too many to handle, according to him. He could hardly keep up with the energetic kits in Riverclan nursery, how would he ever keep up with those kits if the two ever became mates?

He did, however, liked the names she mentioned. His particular favorite was fiercekit, thinking of a son that had a brave heart and mind. It was definitely an idea. ‘’It seems like you have everything planned out.’’ He teased, mockingly. ‘’I suppose I’ll take back what I said about the names,’’ he chuckled. ‘’The kits would probably shower you in the love you deserve.’’ The tom gingerly gave the feline a soft lick against her cheek, before his ears twitched again at a sound.

They were definitely not alone. He tried to think it was the wind toying with them. Maybe the wind decided to move some things around, so he relaxed once again, smiling at Splashheart. ‘’Why wouldn’t you make me happy? You’re just all happiness and good luck!’’ His ears tilted towards the entrance, and he stood guarded again, his fur bristling. All he wanted was some alone time with the thunderclan she-cat he liked.

When she said something, he flicked his tail, and started padding towards the entrance. ‘’At least I know I’m not going crazy.’’ He gave her quick glance, before he he warned her silently to stay in place. ‘’Stay here. I’ll check it out.’’ As he padded towards the entrance of the den, he looked around their scenery. Whatever it was didn’t mean any harm. At least the scent in the air didn’t.

That scent…

That scent smelled similar to how Splashheart when he first crossed her at the border. Was there other thunderclan cats around? Fear crept into his heart, and his mind pondered on what to do next. With a flick of his tail, he motioned for Splashheart to come up to him. He said, ‘’It seems like you have company.’’ He flattened his ears. ‘’I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.’’ He gave her quick nuzzle, and backed away. ‘’...I think we may have to leave...probably stop seeing each other.’’ The tom down casted his eyes. He didn’t want to leave her, but he couldn’t risk at whoever was lurking around, nosing themselves in their business. He licked her cheek slowly. ‘’Unless, you have a plan?’’ His ears perked in the slightest bit, holding on to the edge of hope.

mony
"No."
The voice said, and finally Eternal worked up enough courage to walk out, and there he could be seen. His eyes were closed, a pained, disappointed-almost look on his face. "Don't let me ruin this. You seem happy Splashheart, that's all I wanted for you. Stay happy." he said before opening his eyes, the green orbs flashed with anger. "Make sure to tell Lionheart and them I won't return to camp. I'm thinking I'll leave to the old turf again..." he said, and then looked dead at Mixedfur. "Take care of her. I obviously wasn't able." anger pressed his voice as he said it then he turned to leave.

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"I..I..." Splashheart frowned deeply, then flinched as the familiar voice spoke and Eternal finally stepped out in front of them. He looked so...So hurt, so disappointed. Pain filled Splashheart's eyes as she looked at him, and she didnt speak.

I hurt him. I know I hurt him. But why couldnt she truly feel any regret? She felt horrible that he looked so pained but she couldnt...Couldnt bring herself to really regret meeting Mixedfur, to deny what she felt for him. It was different from what she felt for Eternal, in fact...As much as she hated herself for even thinking it, she didnt even think it was love that she felt for Eternal in the first place. Truly, she didnt.

"Eternal, I..." Splashheart couldnt seem to find her voice, pain flashing in her eyes as he turned away, but no regret. "Im sorry." She finally whispered, closing her eyes, then opening them again and looking at Mixedfur.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 10:20 PM
"I..I..." Splashheart frowned deeply, then flinched as the familiar voice spoke and Eternal finally stepped out in front of them. He looked so...So hurt, so disappointed. Pain filled Splashheart's eyes as she looked at him, and she didnt speak.

I hurt him. I know I hurt him. But why couldnt she truly feel any regret? She felt horrible that he looked so pained but she couldnt...Couldnt bring herself to really regret meeting Mixedfur, to deny what she felt for him. It was different from what she felt for Eternal, in fact...As much as she hated herself for even thinking it, she didnt even think it was love that she felt for Eternal in the first place. Truly, she didnt.

"Eternal, I..." Splashheart couldnt seem to find her voice, pain flashing in her eyes as he turned away, but no regret. "Im sorry." She finally whispered, closing her eyes, then opening them again and looking at Mixedfur.

Mixedfur ears twitched at the mention of the other cat’s names. He was by far confused as to what happened between them. His eyes widened, and a look of surprise crossed his features when this cat...what was his name again? Eternal told him to take care of Splashheart. Mixedfur looked as if he did something terrible. When the cat turned to go, his eyes deadpanned on Splashheart in a serious manner.

‘’Who was he?’’ He asked, almost as if he was offended. He could had been anybody, but if he looked as if he were in pain at seeing the she-cat with another tom, he must have been something more. ‘’..was he your mate?’’ He tilted his head, as if she was about to hurt him next. He slightly turned away from her.

Another thing Mixedfur hated was broken hearts. Though he never asked her in the first place about her personal life in her clan. He didn’t think he had to. She was special. She became special to him, and he wanted to hold onto her. He wanted to know why she kept that from him. Or...who was that cat? Who was that cat? Who was that cat?

The question floated in his head but he refused to question it aloud. When he did turn his eyes back onto the pretty she-cat, he held a softness in them, yet he was still guarded. He felt tensed, and he didn’t know if he wanted to go up to her and brush his pelt against hers or stay rooted to his spot. The latter one.

He looked down, finding his paws comfortable to look at, but then he stared back at her, anda ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw. ‘’I don’t know where your heart truly lies,’’ he started, pausing for a couple moments. He swallowed a lump in his throat still having this other cat on his mind. Mixedfur knew he would always be able to take care of Splashheart--whether told or not. Without a doubt he would die for her. Isn’t that what love was?

‘’Love is definitely powerful.’’ The large tom muttered under his breath before focusing on Splashheart. ‘’What do you see us as? Is there anymore surprises that’s gonna come for her?’’ He wasn’t mind. He found himself smiling, as he couldn’t really stay mad at her, but his heart felt a type of pangness that he thought he wouldn’t feel in a long time, but it was there. And, it frightened him.

mony

Random Melody
March 17th, 2017, 11:11 PM
Mixedfur ears twitched at the mention of the other cat’s names. He was by far confused as to what happened between them. His eyes widened, and a look of surprise crossed his features when this cat...what was his name again? Eternal told him to take care of Splashheart. Mixedfur looked as if he did something terrible. When the cat turned to go, his eyes deadpanned on Splashheart in a serious manner.

‘’Who was he?’’ He asked, almost as if he was offended. He could had been anybody, but if he looked as if he were in pain at seeing the she-cat with another tom, he must have been something more. ‘’..was he your mate?’’ He tilted his head, as if she was about to hurt him next. He slightly turned away from her.

Another thing Mixedfur hated was broken hearts. Though he never asked her in the first place about her personal life in her clan. He didn’t think he had to. She was special. She became special to him, and he wanted to hold onto her. He wanted to know why she kept that from him. Or...who was that cat? Who was that cat? Who was that cat?

The question floated in his head but he refused to question it aloud. When he did turn his eyes back onto the pretty she-cat, he held a softness in them, yet he was still guarded. He felt tensed, and he didn’t know if he wanted to go up to her and brush his pelt against hers or stay rooted to his spot. The latter one.

He looked down, finding his paws comfortable to look at, but then he stared back at her, anda ghost of a smile flickered onto his maw. ‘’I don’t know where your heart truly lies,’’ he started, pausing for a couple moments. He swallowed a lump in his throat still having this other cat on his mind. Mixedfur knew he would always be able to take care of Splashheart--whether told or not. Without a doubt he would die for her. Isn’t that what love was?

‘’Love is definitely powerful.’’ The large tom muttered under his breath before focusing on Splashheart. ‘’What do you see us as? Is there anymore surprises that’s gonna come for her?’’ He wasn’t mind. He found himself smiling, as he couldn’t really stay mad at her, but his heart felt a type of pangness that he thought he wouldn’t feel in a long time, but it was there. And, it frightened him.

mony

"No, he-he's not my mate. He...I was close to him a long time ago but we...We drifted apart." Splashheart flinched as he turned away from her. She couldnt help but feel a bit of resentment toward Eternal - He had to come sticking his nose into my business! And now thanks to him she might lose the only Tom she'd ever truly loved.

She just stared at the back of Mixedfur's head, pain flickering through her eyes. He was going to leave her wasnt he? Then she'd be alone all over again. The thought of him leaving made her want to jump on him and latch onto him, never let him go. But she couldnt do that could she? He was mad at her. Immediately she knew she should have mentioned Eternal beforehand, and now it was far too late. She and Eternal had nothing, thats what she thought at least.

She had fixed her gaze on the ground now but could feel his gaze back on her, knowing he'd turned around to look at her again. Splashheart braced herself, ready for the goodbye that was sure to leave his mouth. The words he uttered next sent pain flashing through him, and she murmured something mostly to herself, a soft; "With you, with RiverClan." The words had never been more true. She couldnt feel anything for her birth Clan anymore.

Finally looking up, the blue/gray she-cat fixed her eyes on Mixedfur, surprise darkening her gaze when he saw him smiling faintly. She blinked at him for a moment before replying, quietly. "I dont know what we are. I know I like you....No. I know I love you." The honesty of her words hit her hard, shocking even her. "And I dont want us to have anymore secrets from eachother either. I should have told you about Eternal, but I figured there was nothing really to tell because we...Never really had anything between us." She sighed, studying the Tom for a reaction.

Brilliance
March 17th, 2017, 11:55 PM
"No, he-he's not my mate. He...I was close to him a long time ago but we...We drifted apart." Splashheart flinched as he turned away from her. She couldnt help but feel a bit of resentment toward Eternal - He had to come sticking his nose into my business! And now thanks to him she might lose the only Tom she'd ever truly loved.

She just stared at the back of Mixedfur's head, pain flickering through her eyes. He was going to leave her wasnt he? Then she'd be alone all over again. The thought of him leaving made her want to jump on him and latch onto him, never let him go. But she couldnt do that could she? He was mad at her. Immediately she knew she should have mentioned Eternal beforehand, and now it was far too late. She and Eternal had nothing, thats what she thought at least.

She had fixed her gaze on the ground now but could feel his gaze back on her, knowing he'd turned around to look at her again. Splashheart braced herself, ready for the goodbye that was sure to leave his mouth. The words he uttered next sent pain flashing through him, and she murmured something mostly to herself, a soft; "With you, with RiverClan." The words had never been more true. She couldnt feel anything for her birth Clan anymore.

Finally looking up, the blue/gray she-cat fixed her eyes on Mixedfur, surprise darkening her gaze when he saw him smiling faintly. She blinked at him for a moment before replying, quietly. "I dont know what we are. I know I like you....No. I know I love you." The honesty of her words hit her hard, shocking even her. "And I dont want us to have anymore secrets from eachother either. I should have told you about Eternal, but I figured there was nothing really to tell because we...Never really had anything between us." She sighed, studying the Tom for a reaction.

Mixedfur was quiet for a while. Heavily deep in his thoughts. His ears twitched at every answer she gave him, but he didn’t know what to say. His body felt warmth course through it when he heard that she knew she loved him. Mixedfur knew he loved her too, so why was he so afraid to say it?

Mixedfur let out a sigh of longingly before getting up. His thick multi-colored pelt clung to him, and he gently walked up to the female. He put his head on top of hers. His eyes closed, and he lingered there for a while, inhaling in her scent. Being content with the texture of her fur. Mixedfur already felt as if he were home. Just being with her. Wherever she went, he would follow.

‘’I love you.’’ The words were quiet. One would have to strain their ears in order to hear him say it so effortlessly, like they were right all along. Because he did. His heartbeat paced and he brought his head off hers, and backed away just to look into her eyes. ‘’Nothing to hide. At all.’’ He repeated, nodding at her words. ‘’No more secrets between each other. No other toms I have to worry about?’’ He said, but with a joking manner. ‘’I would hate to have to share you with anyone.’’

With that being said and passed between them, he wondered about all the obstacles they were going to have to go through. This immediately came to his attention as he frowned, ‘’What about your family? What will they think about you leaving?...for some tom?’’ Mixedfur asked, shrugging sadly. He would hate for her to leave behind her family. He didn’t have any family. His parents were gone and didn’t have any siblings. He knew that Splashheart had siblings and other family members that loved her. He didn’t want her to just throw everything away for him. ‘’I never want you to feel that you need to leave behind what’s important to you because of me.’’ The mixed colored cat stated.

Then he quickly added, a soft smile gracing his muzzle. ‘’If you move to riverclan with me, then we can be together...we can start a family. We can be happy.’’ And, he wanted to be happy. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but he hoped that it would be a them in the future. Perhaps miniature versions of them as well.

Random Melody
March 18th, 2017, 12:15 AM
Mixedfur was quiet for a while. Heavily deep in his thoughts. His ears twitched at every answer she gave him, but he didn’t know what to say. His body felt warmth course through it when he heard that she knew she loved him. Mixedfur knew he loved her too, so why was he so afraid to say it?

Mixedfur let out a sigh of longingly before getting up. His thick multi-colored pelt clung to him, and he gently walked up to the female. He put his head on top of hers. His eyes closed, and he lingered there for a while, inhaling in her scent. Being content with the texture of her fur. Mixedfur already felt as if he were home. Just being with her. Wherever she went, he would follow.

‘’I love you.’’ The words were quiet. One would have to strain their ears in order to hear him say it so effortlessly, like they were right all along. Because he did. His heartbeat paced and he brought his head off hers, and backed away just to look into her eyes. ‘’Nothing to hide. At all.’’ He repeated, nodding at her words. ‘’No more secrets between each other. No other toms I have to worry about?’’ He said, but with a joking manner. ‘’I would hate to have to share you with anyone.’’

With that being said and passed between them, he wondered about all the obstacles they were going to have to go through. This immediately came to his attention as he frowned, ‘’What about your family? What will they think about you leaving?...for some tom?’’ Mixedfur asked, shrugging sadly. He would hate for her to leave behind her family. He didn’t have any family. His parents were gone and didn’t have any siblings. He knew that Splashheart had siblings and other family members that loved her. He didn’t want her to just throw everything away for him. ‘’I never want you to feel that you need to leave behind what’s important to you because of me.’’ The mixed colored cat stated.

Then he quickly added, a soft smile gracing his muzzle. ‘’If you move to riverclan with me, then we can be together...we can start a family. We can be happy.’’ And, he wanted to be happy. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but he hoped that it would be a them in the future. Perhaps miniature versions of them as well.

The silence was almost unbearable. Had she said something wrong? Shuffling her paws nervously, she stared at the Tom, her blue eyes sparking with anxiety. Maybe she was taking this too fast. Maybe she shouldnt have said that. Not yet.

She watched as Mixedfur stood up and padded over to her, her heart beginning to race. Then all of the nervousness evaporated as his head rested on hers, and she felt a flood of relief as she shut her eyes in content, a small purr rumbling in her chest. Then everything seemed to stop at his next words, and the blue/gray she-cat drew in a sharp breath.

Splashheart's heart warmed when the three words that mattered most left Mixedfur's lips. A smile stretched over her maw as she nuzzled him before he pulled back, nodding. "No other Toms," She giggled. "You dont have to share me with anyone. Im all yours."

She paused when her family was mentioned, and sighed, shaking her head. "Think of it this way, maybe my name has always been a sign of which Clan I belong to." She joked, before turning serious. "I love my siblings, I do, but its not just about you either. I dont feel at home in ThunderClan. I feel at home with you, and when im in the water." She paused. "But I will definitely need to tell them before I leave so they dont freak," She rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.

She grinned at the idea of starting a family, a soft purr building in her chest. "I would love that. I really would." She said softly. She had always wanted to just settle down, have a family, have kits, have a loving mate. This was her chance, she wasnt going to pass it up.

Brilliance
March 18th, 2017, 01:22 AM
The silence was almost unbearable. Had she said something wrong? Shuffling her paws nervously, she stared at the Tom, her blue eyes sparking with anxiety. Maybe she was taking this too fast. Maybe she shouldnt have said that. Not yet.

She watched as Mixedfur stood up and padded over to her, her heart beginning to race. Then all of the nervousness evaporated as his head rested on hers, and she felt a flood of relief as she shut her eyes in content, a small purr rumbling in her chest. Then everything seemed to stop at his next words, and the blue/gray she-cat drew in a sharp breath.

Splashheart's heart warmed when the three words that mattered most left Mixedfur's lips. A smile stretched over her maw as she nuzzled him before he pulled back, nodding. "No other Toms," She giggled. "You dont have to share me with anyone. Im all yours."

She paused when her family was mentioned, and sighed, shaking her head. "Think of it this way, maybe my name has always been a sign of which Clan I belong to." She joked, before turning serious. "I love my siblings, I do, but its not just about you either. I dont feel at home in ThunderClan. I feel at home with you, and when im in the water." She paused. "But I will definitely need to tell them before I leave so they dont freak," She rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.

She grinned at the idea of starting a family, a soft purr building in her chest. "I would love that. I really would." She said softly. She had always wanted to just settle down, have a family, have kits, have a loving mate. This was her chance, she wasnt going to pass it up.

‘’As long as you know what you are doing,’’ The tom replied, brushing his head against hers. ‘’I don’t want you to regret your decisions.’’ He didn’t want her to come to the clan, realize that she was homesick and go back, leaving him behind. He knew he would suffer from broken heart, but the female before him seemed confident in her answer. He nosed the side of her face, chuckling. ‘’I won’t question your movements. After all, you know what you want.’’

A purr rumbled clearly from his throat, displaying his excitement. Once again they were alone, and he hoped that nothing would bother them again. It was a surprise turn that the other tom made an appearance, a look of hurt shown deeply in his expression. There was a part of Mixedfur that felt guilty for taking the one that the tom loved. A part of him felt victorious for winning the female,

The tom leaned into her, nipping her ear gently. ‘’Looks like we have some work to do if we want Volekit, Fishkit, Squirrelkit, and Mousekit to make it into this world,’’ He shot her a teasing look before he flicked his tail towards the empty fox den. Before he went in, he made sure that no scent lingered. He had to be sure that they were alone, that they wouldn’t be bothered. She wasn’t officially riverclan yet, and potentially the two could still get in trouble for breaking the warrior code.

Mixedfur scoffed. He didn’t care about no warrior code when it came to love. As the day was getting to night anyway, he wondered what was happening back at camp. He could use some fish at the moment, but his appetite was fueled with the love of his new desired mate. He knew they would be together for many moons, and many moons to come.

He knew he would protect her without a second thought. And, their kits too. A small smile came onto his maw as he thought about the small little ones running around, becoming warriors, serving their clan with pride. It would be the day. Mixedfur hoped to still be alive to see it all happen. Although he feared that he wouldn’t be good. A good father. It was a new experience, certainly. One that he never knew would happen to him.

He flicked his ears, as he saw Silverpelt beginning to rise. Maybe they could sleep here tonight. His clan wouldn’t miss him, and he hoped that her clan wouldn’t be seeking her out as well.

Mixedfur got up from his spot, and glanced at her. He walked towards the entrance of the abandoned den, motioning to her with his tail to follow him.

Random Melody
March 18th, 2017, 08:30 AM
‘’As long as you know what you are doing,’’ The tom replied, brushing his head against hers. ‘’I don’t want you to regret your decisions.’’ He didn’t want her to come to the clan, realize that she was homesick and go back, leaving him behind. He knew he would suffer from broken heart, but the female before him seemed confident in her answer. He nosed the side of her face, chuckling. ‘’I won’t question your movements. After all, you know what you want.’’

A purr rumbled clearly from his throat, displaying his excitement. Once again they were alone, and he hoped that nothing would bother them again. It was a surprise turn that the other tom made an appearance, a look of hurt shown deeply in his expression. There was a part of Mixedfur that felt guilty for taking the one that the tom loved. A part of him felt victorious for winning the female,

The tom leaned into her, nipping her ear gently. ‘’Looks like we have some work to do if we want Volekit, Fishkit, Squirrelkit, and Mousekit to make it into this world,’’ He shot her a teasing look before he flicked his tail towards the empty fox den. Before he went in, he made sure that no scent lingered. He had to be sure that they were alone, that they wouldn’t be bothered. She wasn’t officially riverclan yet, and potentially the two could still get in trouble for breaking the warrior code.

Mixedfur scoffed. He didn’t care about no warrior code when it came to love. As the day was getting to night anyway, he wondered what was happening back at camp. He could use some fish at the moment, but his appetite was fueled with the love of his new desired mate. He knew they would be together for many moons, and many moons to come.

He knew he would protect her without a second thought. And, their kits too. A small smile came onto his maw as he thought about the small little ones running around, becoming warriors, serving their clan with pride. It would be the day. Mixedfur hoped to still be alive to see it all happen. Although he feared that he wouldn’t be good. A good father. It was a new experience, certainly. One that he never knew would happen to him.

He flicked his ears, as he saw Silverpelt beginning to rise. Maybe they could sleep here tonight. His clan wouldn’t miss him, and he hoped that her clan wouldn’t be seeking her out as well.

Mixedfur got up from his spot, and glanced at her. He walked towards the entrance of the abandoned den, motioning to her with his tail to follow him.

Splashheart smiled as she padded forward to him, a warm purr rumbling in her chest. "Indeed. And I do know what im doing honey, trust me," She giggled, licking his cheek briefly before shaking out her fur. They were alone again, and hopefully there would be no more interruptions.

She smiled hearing his purr and found herself leaning into him, her eyes closing slightly. A responding purr rose in her chest and she smiled, rubbing her head against his shoulder slightly. She did love this Tom, this much she knew.

Her eyes opened when she felt him gently nip at her ears, and a grin lit her face as she looked up, smiling. "More than that! Owlkit, Squirrelkit, Mousekit, Fiercekit, Fishkit and Volekit," She laughed teasingly, eyes sparkling as she smiled at Mixedfur. She padded after him toward the den, a smile on her face.

She was happy, happier than she'd ever been before. Tomorrow she knew she would have to go home, and tell Snowsong and the others that she was leaving. She could imagine their reactions - Foxthorn....Well, she wouldnt be surprised if her brother decided to come with her. They were closer than most siblings ever were. Honeyfur...It wasnt hard to imagine the look of pure disappointment on her sisters face, but Honey would cover it up with a smile like she always did. Always, she never let herself feel her emotions. It bothered Splash but not enough to make her want to stay. Roarclaw would be deathly quiet until the last minute, where he would most likely say, "If I dont see you at the next gathering i'll march into RiverClan and smack that Tom myself."

Snowsong....Snowsong would be disappointed but supportive. She could almost hear her voice now, "If you think RiverClan is where you belong, Splashy, I wont stop you from going where you belong. But you'd better come visit me!" The thought brought a smile to her face. Maybe I should just tell Snowsong, not the others. But, alas, Splashheart knew she couldnt do that. She had to tell them all to their faces.

And her mother? Why bother, Every thought screamed at her. But she knew she had to be told, too. Truth was she didnt know what her reaction would be, all she knew was that Swiftbreeze had no right to judge her decisions, not after everything she's done in the first place.

Splashheart smiled and let her gaze linger on the Tom beside her, raking over his pelt as a purr rumbled from her chest. Now she could think about her family later - Right now this moment was about her and her new mate, the Tom she loved with all her heart. Ironic we started out hating eachother. She thought, allowing a soft chuckle to escape her lips.

Standing up, Splashheart gave the sky one last glance before following him back into the den, her ears pricked and a smile on her face. This was going to change her entire life. And for the better, im certain.
(This is my new otp XDD)

Brilliance
March 18th, 2017, 12:41 PM
Splashheart smiled as she padded forward to him, a warm purr rumbling in her chest. "Indeed. And I do know what im doing honey, trust me," She giggled, licking his cheek briefly before shaking out her fur. They were alone again, and hopefully there would be no more interruptions.

She smiled hearing his purr and found herself leaning into him, her eyes closing slightly. A responding purr rose in her chest and she smiled, rubbing her head against his shoulder slightly. She did love this Tom, this much she knew.

Her eyes opened when she felt him gently nip at her ears, and a grin lit her face as she looked up, smiling. "More than that! Owlkit, Squirrelkit, Mousekit, Fiercekit, Fishkit and Volekit," She laughed teasingly, eyes sparkling as she smiled at Mixedfur. She padded after him toward the den, a smile on her face.

She was happy, happier than she'd ever been before. Tomorrow she knew she would have to go home, and tell Snowsong and the others that she was leaving. She could imagine their reactions - Foxthorn....Well, she wouldnt be surprised if her brother decided to come with her. They were closer than most siblings ever were. Honeyfur...It wasnt hard to imagine the look of pure disappointment on her sisters face, but Honey would cover it up with a smile like she always did. Always, she never let herself feel her emotions. It bothered Splash but not enough to make her want to stay. Roarclaw would be deathly quiet until the last minute, where he would most likely say, "If I dont see you at the next gathering i'll march into RiverClan and smack that Tom myself."

Snowsong....Snowsong would be disappointed but supportive. She could almost hear her voice now, "If you think RiverClan is where you belong, Splashy, I wont stop you from going where you belong. But you'd better come visit me!" The thought brought a smile to her face. Maybe I should just tell Snowsong, not the others. But, alas, Splashheart knew she couldnt do that. She had to tell them all to their faces.

And her mother? Why bother, Every thought screamed at her. But she knew she had to be told, too. Truth was she didnt know what her reaction would be, all she knew was that Swiftbreeze had no right to judge her decisions, not after everything she's done in the first place.

Splashheart smiled and let her gaze linger on the Tom beside her, raking over his pelt as a purr rumbled from her chest. Now she could think about her family later - Right now this moment was about her and her new mate, the Tom she loved with all her heart. Ironic we started out hating eachother. She thought, allowing a soft chuckle to escape her lips.

Standing up, Splashheart gave the sky one last glance before following him back into the den, her ears pricked and a smile on her face. This was going to change her entire life. And for the better, im certain.
(This is my new otp XDD)


(Time Skip! The deed has been done x3)

The large tom fluttered his eyes. He was laying on his side, facing away from the den’s opening, and looking at his new mate sleep. She looked peaceful to him. As he rolled over to lay on his stomach, he let out a powerful yawn and licked his fangs. He looked around. It was hard to believe that he even got a mate! If his parents were alive, they’d be happy, right? His mother would probably take her time to get use to the female. Especially since Splashheat was of a different clan, and perhaps his dad would love to have gotten to know her. Despite his despression when he lost his mate to a shadowclan warrior, he was always friendly to everyone he met.

Mixedfur hoped that he wouldn’t have to go through with what his parents did. He didn’t want to lose Splashheart to any other. He gently leaned down his head to give her a lick on her cheek. He studied her further before he rose to his paws to shake some of the leaves off. He then stretched his body, flexing his claws.

After that, he sat back down on his haunches, thinking about earlier events. It was definitely a new and turning point with him. He wouldn’t have to sleep alone anymore. He would have someone to protect for the rest of his life. Even when their little ones came, he was truly excited.

Mixedfur flinched at the thought of having too many kits. He imagined himself being tangled, not being enough, and it frightened him, but it also made him excited. He would have little ones to love on, teach new things, give advice. He would have little ones to protect, and to watch grow, and start their own lives. He wanted that. He wanted that with the female that laid beside him.

It felt like butterflies were in his stomach, and he couldn’t wait until they could start their lives together. He was ready for her to move into riverclan with him, to introduce her to some of his friends. He knew she would do good there, because she was a good cat. A magnificent cat. A beautiful cat.

That he had the honor to call his mate. He laid beside her again, feeling her pelt with his, and he began to lick the side of her neck softly in an attempt to wake her up. A purr rumbled through his throat.

(They are INDEED a very CUTE COUPLE X3)

Random Melody
March 18th, 2017, 01:01 PM
(Time Skip! The deed has been done x3)

The large tom fluttered his eyes. He was laying on his side, facing away from the den’s opening, and looking at his new mate sleep. She looked peaceful to him. As he rolled over to lay on his stomach, he let out a powerful yawn and licked his fangs. He looked around. It was hard to believe that he even got a mate! If his parents were alive, they’d be happy, right? His mother would probably take her time to get use to the female. Especially since Splashheat was of a different clan, and perhaps his dad would love to have gotten to know her. Despite his despression when he lost his mate to a shadowclan warrior, he was always friendly to everyone he met.

Mixedfur hoped that he wouldn’t have to go through with what his parents did. He didn’t want to lose Splashheart to any other. He gently leaned down his head to give her a lick on her cheek. He studied her further before he rose to his paws to shake some of the leaves off. He then stretched his body, flexing his claws.

After that, he sat back down on his haunches, thinking about earlier events. It was definitely a new and turning point with him. He wouldn’t have to sleep alone anymore. He would have someone to protect for the rest of his life. Even when their little ones came, he was truly excited.

Mixedfur flinched at the thought of having too many kits. He imagined himself being tangled, not being enough, and it frightened him, but it also made him excited. He would have little ones to love on, teach new things, give advice. He would have little ones to protect, and to watch grow, and start their own lives. He wanted that. He wanted that with the female that laid beside him.

It felt like butterflies were in his stomach, and he couldn’t wait until they could start their lives together. He was ready for her to move into riverclan with him, to introduce her to some of his friends. He knew she would do good there, because she was a good cat. A magnificent cat. A beautiful cat.

That he had the honor to call his mate. He laid beside her again, feeling her pelt with his, and he began to lick the side of her neck softly in an attempt to wake her up. A purr rumbled through his throat.

(They are INDEED a very CUTE COUPLE X3)

(The cutest couple <3 <3 <3 X3)
Splashheart felt a tongue rasp gently down her neck, pulling her out of her peaceful sleep. Her blue eyes cracked open, and she gave a soft yawn. Her head lifted slightly as she looked at her mate, and a small smile twitched at her lips.

"Morning," She murmured, giving his nose a quick lick as she sat up. Her thoughts drifted back to lastnight and a grin lit her face. The thought of kits scrambling around her and Mixedfur warmed her heart, a purr beginning to rumble on in her chest. Time couldnt go by fast enough, could it?

Her thoughts focused on RiverClan, and a thoughtful look crossed her face. Would the cats there like her or hate her, since she's from another Clan? When the kits came, would they be hostile towards them, too? She could hear it now, the ringing in her ears. "Hey look, its the half-Clan kits!" The thought made her cringe, her claws digging slightly into the ground. How was it possible to be so protective of kits that werent even born yet, anyway?

Again she thought of what her family would say. Running away to another Clan, getting pregnant by a RiverClan Tom? Was that pushing it, maybe? Maybe she could wait to tell them that part, after all she wasnt sure she was pregnant, anyhow....Though she was hopeful. She would wait a little while, tell them the next time she saw them at a gathering or something..

She forced those thoughts away though as excitement settled inside her. She was going to be a mother, a mother to..How many little bundles? She didnt know, but hoped it was at least four, if not five. She imagined each of them growing into warriors, learning how to swim and eating fish and voles. A smile stretched over her maw. And the best part is that they werent just her kits, their father was the Tom she loved. She knew she loved him.

The thought of little Mixedfur's and Splashheart's made her chuckle. Running around and getting into mischief like their mother, flirting like their father. "Mixedheart's." She murmured softly, mostly to herself as her eyes glazed over with an unreadable expression. Almost joy, but something much stronger than that. Soon she would be a RiverClan cat. While just yesterday morning, the thought would have disgusted her, now it sent a thrill of excitement through her. Though she knew before she left ThunderClan for good, there was something she had to do. She couldnt leave without telling her siblings goodbye.

Brilliance
March 18th, 2017, 02:32 PM
(The cutest couple <3 <3 <3 X3)
Splashheart felt a tongue rasp gently down her neck, pulling her out of her peaceful sleep. Her blue eyes cracked open, and she gave a soft yawn. Her head lifted slightly as she looked at her mate, and a small smile twitched at her lips.

"Morning," She murmured, giving his nose a quick lick as she sat up. Her thoughts drifted back to lastnight and a grin lit her face. The thought of kits scrambling around her and Mixedfur warmed her heart, a purr beginning to rumble on in her chest. Time couldnt go by fast enough, could it?

Her thoughts focused on RiverClan, and a thoughtful look crossed her face. Would the cats there like her or hate her, since she's from another Clan? When the kits came, would they be hostile towards them, too? She could hear it now, the ringing in her ears. "Hey look, its the half-Clan kits!" The thought made her cringe, her claws digging slightly into the ground. How was it possible to be so protective of kits that werent even born yet, anyway?

Again she thought of what her family would say. Running away to another Clan, getting pregnant by a RiverClan Tom? Was that pushing it, maybe? Maybe she could wait to tell them that part, after all she wasnt sure she was pregnant, anyhow....Though she was hopeful. She would wait a little while, tell them the next time she saw them at a gathering or something..

She forced those thoughts away though as excitement settled inside her. She was going to be a mother, a mother to..How many little bundles? She didnt know, but hoped it was at least four, if not five. She imagined each of them growing into warriors, learning how to swim and eating fish and voles. A smile stretched over her maw. And the best part is that they werent just her kits, their father was the Tom she loved. She knew she loved him.

The thought of little Mixedfur's and Splashheart's made her chuckle. Running around and getting into mischief like their mother, flirting like their father. "Mixedheart's." She murmured softly, mostly to herself as her eyes glazed over with an unreadable expression. Almost joy, but something much stronger than that. Soon she would be a RiverClan cat. While just yesterday morning, the thought would have disgusted her, now it sent a thrill of excitement through her. Though she knew before she left ThunderClan for good, there was something she had to do. She couldnt leave without telling her siblings goodbye.

‘’Morning.’’ Mixedfur purred. ‘’Did you sleep well?’’ the large furred tom asked as he stood up, and he trotted to the entrance of the den, looking towards the sky. It looked like it would be a nice day. His thoughts wandered back to his clan, wanting to know how they were holding up. He refused to leave his mate. That would had been rude in the first place. Besides, now that he had her, he never wanted to leave her side.

‘’It’s going to be nice out today,’’ He told her, turning back to look at her. ‘’I could definitely use something to eat...I just don’t know if I would like fish or vole, my love.’’ He smirked back at her. Both were delicious to him, but he felt as if he would be betraying riverclan for tasting vole. For even liking it. Fish were their main source of protein. He was betraying fish for another type of meat.

Mixedfur padded back up to her sniffing around her fur to make sure she was okay. ‘’Are you alright, love? You seem deep in thought.’’ The tom asked. He feared that she might be thinking of regretting her decision. His body tensed at the thought, and he didn’t know what he might’ve done if he lost her all of a sudden. He pushed himself into her, nuzzling her gently. Maybe she was thinking of her family back in thunderclan? Maybe she was thinking of kits? These thoughts made him chuckle slightly, and he pulled himself away from her a bit to look in her eyes.

‘’Nervous?’’ He asked her, hinting to last night. A purr erupted from his throat as he added, ‘’No need to rush anything. Things take time, my love.’’ His voice was soft, and his ears flickered at what she might had said. Did he hear her correctly? Or had she said anything at all? She mumbled something quietly that left Mixedfur’s ears, and he perked them up, hoping for her to repeat it. But, decided against it. Instead he said, ‘’I can’t wait either.’’ As if he knew exactly what she was thinking. ‘’I can’t wait to see the creation that starclan will bless us with. Although, I’m patient. I think I can still have you to myself before those nagging kits came along,’’ He joked, and let out a soft chuckle.

Though he knew it was true. Once she conceived kits, her attention would have to be solely focused on them. Especially at a young tender age. He would be lucky enough if he got to see her daily while she was in the nursery with the other queens tending to their kits. It was a day he couldn’t wait for, yet it was a day he could wait for. After all, he felt selfish that he wanted her all to himself. He had her anyway. And, he would have the kits too. He would have it all. They would be his world to protect and love on. He knew being a parent will have its ups and downs, but he also knew that it would...hopefully, be worthwhile in the end.

Unless, she wanted another litter.

A type of feeling clouded into Mixedfur’s eyes, and he had to shake his head from the thoughts. He turned back to her, giving her ear a few licks.

Random Melody
March 18th, 2017, 02:54 PM
‘’Morning.’’ Mixedfur purred. ‘’Did you sleep well?’’ the large furred tom asked as he stood up, and he trotted to the entrance of the den, looking towards the sky. It looked like it would be a nice day. His thoughts wandered back to his clan, wanting to know how they were holding up. He refused to leave his mate. That would had been rude in the first place. Besides, now that he had her, he never wanted to leave her side.

‘’It’s going to be nice out today,’’ He told her, turning back to look at her. ‘’I could definitely use something to eat...I just don’t know if I would like fish or vole, my love.’’ He smirked back at her. Both were delicious to him, but he felt as if he would be betraying riverclan for tasting vole. For even liking it. Fish were their main source of protein. He was betraying fish for another type of meat.

Mixedfur padded back up to her sniffing around her fur to make sure she was okay. ‘’Are you alright, love? You seem deep in thought.’’ The tom asked. He feared that she might be thinking of regretting her decision. His body tensed at the thought, and he didn’t know what he might’ve done if he lost her all of a sudden. He pushed himself into her, nuzzling her gently. Maybe she was thinking of her family back in thunderclan? Maybe she was thinking of kits? These thoughts made him chuckle slightly, and he pulled himself away from her a bit to look in her eyes.

‘’Nervous?’’ He asked her, hinting to last night. A purr erupted from his throat as he added, ‘’No need to rush anything. Things take time, my love.’’ His voice was soft, and his ears flickered at what she might had said. Did he hear her correctly? Or had she said anything at all? She mumbled something quietly that left Mixedfur’s ears, and he perked them up, hoping for her to repeat it. But, decided against it. Instead he said, ‘’I can’t wait either.’’ As if he knew exactly what she was thinking. ‘’I can’t wait to see the creation that starclan will bless us with. Although, I’m patient. I think I can still have you to myself before those nagging kits came along,’’ He joked, and let out a soft chuckle.

Though he knew it was true. Once she conceived kits, her attention would have to be solely focused on them. Especially at a young tender age. He would be lucky enough if he got to see her daily while she was in the nursery with the other queens tending to their kits. It was a day he couldn’t wait for, yet it was a day he could wait for. After all, he felt selfish that he wanted her all to himself. He had her anyway. And, he would have the kits too. He would have it all. They would be his world to protect and love on. He knew being a parent will have its ups and downs, but he also knew that it would...hopefully, be worthwhile in the end.

Unless, she wanted another litter.

A type of feeling clouded into Mixedfur’s eyes, and he had to shake his head from the thoughts. He turned back to her, giving her ear a few licks.

Splashheart smiled at her mate, a purr growing in her throat. "Best sleep i've had in moons, darling." She stood up and stretched, giving another yawn as she curled her tail up over her back. Her tongue ran over her lips as she shook out her fur. She watched Mixedfur look out of the den with a smile, head tilting faintly. She was deep in thought, just watching him, watching his muscles ripper underneath his colorful pelt. A purr made its way to her throat as she imagined a kit looking just like his or her father, and she could hardly wait until they were born. Though she knew she would have to, she'd have to wait a while, wouldnt she?

She was snapped back to reality when he declared it was a nice day, and the she-cat let out a soft laugh. "Well thats good." She then grinned at the idea of food, feeling her belly rumble slightly. "I want fish, actually. I could get you a vole if you like," She winked at him, purring as he padded back up to her. She found herself brushing against him, leaning into him contentedly. This was what she loved, being pressed up against Mixedfur like this. She felt safe in his presence, when she was pressed up against him she felt at home. She let out a soft chuckle and reached forward, licking the Tom's nose.

"Why would I be nervous? Excited is more like it." Splashheart giggled, a joyous smile on her maw. She sighed softly and relaxed against him, her eyes half closing in content. Then they opened again when he spoke, and she chuckled again. "No, I want this to happen as soon as possible." The blue/gray she-cat then bumped her shoulder against his playfully. "Oh, hush. I'll have time for you even when our little Mixedheart's are running around wreaking havoc." She teased, an amused glimmer in her eyes. Truth be told, she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before the kits came too. She knew she'd be huge before long, not be able to hunt or go out of camp as much. The thought itself made annoyance prickle through her fur, even though it hadnt quite happened yet. But she shook it off, a smile lighting he face once more.

She would have to give most of her attention to the kits, she knew. Hopefully Mixedfur would visit the nursery every day however when the kits came. She knew when they were just born she wouldnt be able to do anything with them until their eyes were open at least. They would be almost helpless, needing their mother's attention all the time. Once they were old enough to play and walk is when they'd gain some independence, she was sure, and at the same time she was dreading that day when her kits would declare they didnt need her help anymore. How silly, she knew, as they werent even born yet.

She just hoped she'd be a good mother to them. She loved playing with the kits in the nursery at ThunderClan but that was different. These kits would be hers. Hers to love, hers to protect, hers to take care of, hers to teach, hers. She had her doubts about how good a mother she could be but regardless, she could hardly wait to find out.

Brilliance
March 18th, 2017, 11:45 PM
Splashheart smiled at her mate, a purr growing in her throat. "Best sleep i've had in moons, darling." She stood up and stretched, giving another yawn as she curled her tail up over her back. Her tongue ran over her lips as she shook out her fur. She watched Mixedfur look out of the den with a smile, head tilting faintly. She was deep in thought, just watching him, watching his muscles ripper underneath his colorful pelt. A purr made its way to her throat as she imagined a kit looking just like his or her father, and she could hardly wait until they were born. Though she knew she would have to, she'd have to wait a while, wouldnt she?

She was snapped back to reality when he declared it was a nice day, and the she-cat let out a soft laugh. "Well thats good." She then grinned at the idea of food, feeling her belly rumble slightly. "I want fish, actually. I could get you a vole if you like," She winked at him, purring as he padded back up to her. She found herself brushing against him, leaning into him contentedly. This was what she loved, being pressed up against Mixedfur like this. She felt safe in his presence, when she was pressed up against him she felt at home. She let out a soft chuckle and reached forward, licking the Tom's nose.

"Why would I be nervous? Excited is more like it." Splashheart giggled, a joyous smile on her maw. She sighed softly and relaxed against him, her eyes half closing in content. Then they opened again when he spoke, and she chuckled again. "No, I want this to happen as soon as possible." The blue/gray she-cat then bumped her shoulder against his playfully. "Oh, hush. I'll have time for you even when our little Mixedheart's are running around wreaking havoc." She teased, an amused glimmer in her eyes. Truth be told, she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before the kits came too. She knew she'd be huge before long, not be able to hunt or go out of camp as much. The thought itself made annoyance prickle through her fur, even though it hadnt quite happened yet. But she shook it off, a smile lighting he face once more.

She would have to give most of her attention to the kits, she knew. Hopefully Mixedfur would visit the nursery every day however when the kits came. She knew when they were just born she wouldnt be able to do anything with them until their eyes were open at least. They would be almost helpless, needing their mother's attention all the time. Once they were old enough to play and walk is when they'd gain some independence, she was sure, and at the same time she was dreading that day when her kits would declare they didnt need her help anymore. How silly, she knew, as they werent even born yet.

She just hoped she'd be a good mother to them. She loved playing with the kits in the nursery at ThunderClan but that was different. These kits would be hers. Hers to love, hers to protect, hers to take care of, hers to teach, hers. She had her doubts about how good a mother she could be but regardless, she could hardly wait to find out.

The large furred tom dipped his head to the side, looking at the female in a playful way. ‘’Mixedheart?’’ He repeated after hearing the name come out from her maw. ‘’That’s unique.’’ He chuckled. ‘’Our little gang of Mixedhearts.’’ He muttered happily to himself. It was definitely a name he would call his kits--however many there were going to be. He found it amusing and at the same time cute for his mate to come up with such a name.

‘’I think a vole shall sound nice. It’ll be my last once you come with me,’’ He nuzzled her gently, purring at the soft feel of her fur. She truly amazed him, and he was lucky--blessed to have her in his life. Then, she would be the mother of his kits, which made it all the more amazing!

He thought about the future kits. How many were there going to be? Toms? She-kits? Oh no...she-kits. Just thinking if his litter was dominated by she-kits, he would freak. Not only freak out, but become super protective of the young felines. Especially if they were as beautiful as their mother, he would have a lot to worry about. He would hate for toms to flirt with his little she-kits, thinking everything was a game. His gaze darkened, and he found himself pushing back from his mate because he felt ashamed.

Mixedfur told her, ‘’We will be cursed if we bring any she-kits into this world.’’ It was only a joke, but it still scared the life out of him. ‘’I will be a wanted cat if any tom dare come near my daughters. I’m just saying.’’ He gave a quick chuckle before licking her cheek softly. ‘’But, I know you will do a wonderful job at raising them. And, I’m not going to be selfish with your attention--all the time. I’ll make sure the kits can have you to themselves, sometimes.’’ He says, and stretched once again, his muscles rippling through his thick fur. He trotted out the den, flicking his tail for her to follow. ‘’I’ll go catch you the most biggest and delicious fish I can find.’’ He winked at her, before trotting up to her once again and bumping his forehead into hers. ‘’We’ll meet back up soon, okay? Don’t get lost, and be careful out here. Yowl really loudly if you need me, and I’ll come without a second thought. I promise, okay?’’ He slowly brought his forehead from hers, and gave her a few quick lips down her neck, before turning to go back to the river of riverclan. He looked back at her once, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration.

Random Melody
March 19th, 2017, 08:00 AM
The large furred tom dipped his head to the side, looking at the female in a playful way. ‘’Mixedheart?’’ He repeated after hearing the name come out from her maw. ‘’That’s unique.’’ He chuckled. ‘’Our little gang of Mixedhearts.’’ He muttered happily to himself. It was definitely a name he would call his kits--however many there were going to be. He found it amusing and at the same time cute for his mate to come up with such a name.

‘’I think a vole shall sound nice. It’ll be my last once you come with me,’’ He nuzzled her gently, purring at the soft feel of her fur. She truly amazed him, and he was lucky--blessed to have her in his life. Then, she would be the mother of his kits, which made it all the more amazing!

He thought about the future kits. How many were there going to be? Toms? She-kits? Oh no...she-kits. Just thinking if his litter was dominated by she-kits, he would freak. Not only freak out, but become super protective of the young felines. Especially if they were as beautiful as their mother, he would have a lot to worry about. He would hate for toms to flirt with his little she-kits, thinking everything was a game. His gaze darkened, and he found himself pushing back from his mate because he felt ashamed.

Mixedfur told her, ‘’We will be cursed if we bring any she-kits into this world.’’ It was only a joke, but it still scared the life out of him. ‘’I will be a wanted cat if any tom dare come near my daughters. I’m just saying.’’ He gave a quick chuckle before licking her cheek softly. ‘’But, I know you will do a wonderful job at raising them. And, I’m not going to be selfish with your attention--all the time. I’ll make sure the kits can have you to themselves, sometimes.’’ He says, and stretched once again, his muscles rippling through his thick fur. He trotted out the den, flicking his tail for her to follow. ‘’I’ll go catch you the most biggest and delicious fish I can find.’’ He winked at her, before trotting up to her once again and bumping his forehead into hers. ‘’We’ll meet back up soon, okay? Don’t get lost, and be careful out here. Yowl really loudly if you need me, and I’ll come without a second thought. I promise, okay?’’ He slowly brought his forehead from hers, and gave her a few quick lips down her neck, before turning to go back to the river of riverclan. He looked back at her once, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration.

"Its a cute little name," Splashheart giggled in amusement. "Yep, unique, just like us!" She rubbed her head softly against her mates shoulder, a purr vibrating through the blue/gray she-cat's body. A smile lit her maw and she grinned. "Gang? Ohhh boy. A gang of Mixedhearts, they'll tear the Clan to shreds wont they?"

Hearing his next words, Splashheart gave him a teasing look. "We'll see about that. I dont care if I have to search all over, i'll make sure there's voles in RiverClan," She smirked at him, stretching up on the tips of her paws to rub her cheek lightly against his. His scent washed around her and she couldnt believe how well she'd gotten used to it. How much she loved it now.

She was lucky to have such a Tom as Mixedfur. He intrigued her, and she she-cat wasnt really easily interested. But not only that, he seemed like the type of Tom that would do anything for her, even give his own life. We started off hating eachother and now im having his kits, Splashheart thought, stifling a giggle. Weird how this world works. Her blue gaze lingered on her mates face, watching his expression change slowly to horror. She found it faintly amusing, and at the same time confusing. Giving Mixedfur a puzzled look, she gave a tilt of her head before starting to laugh at his next words.

"Mixedfur," She giggled. "No, I want a she-kit. I want a bunch of she-kits, and one Tom named Fiercekit." Again the stab of pain that entered her heart caught her off guard, but she ignored it. It was nothing, she didnt miss someone she never knew in the first place. Letting out a purr, she trotted after the Tom, watching the muscles ripple under his pelt once more. "Good. And i'll be sure to pay some attention to you but only as long as you bring me a vole to the nursery at least once a day. Other times i'll be fine with fish." Splashheart smirked playfully, "Look at that, the cravings have already started." She mocked, shaking out her fur as she exited the den after him. She chuckled softly as he came up to her, and stretched up to rub her forehead against his lightly. "I'll be fine, I promise. But hey, while im gonna be in ThunderClan territory, im gonna go find my siblings so I can tell them goodbye, okay? I'll bring you back a nice, plump vole. Oh and try to stay out of sight in case Foxthorn follows me 'cause he'll kill you." She licked his nose and watched him pad off, her eyes glimmering happily, before turning and trotting off into ThunderClan territory for the last time.

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 03:14 PM
"Its a cute little name," Splashheart giggled in amusement. "Yep, unique, just like us!" She rubbed her head softly against her mates shoulder, a purr vibrating through the blue/gray she-cat's body. A smile lit her maw and she grinned. "Gang? Ohhh boy. A gang of Mixedhearts, they'll tear the Clan to shreds wont they?"

Hearing his next words, Splashheart gave him a teasing look. "We'll see about that. I dont care if I have to search all over, i'll make sure there's voles in RiverClan," She smirked at him, stretching up on the tips of her paws to rub her cheek lightly against his. His scent washed around her and she couldnt believe how well she'd gotten used to it. How much she loved it now.

She was lucky to have such a Tom as Mixedfur. He intrigued her, and she she-cat wasnt really easily interested. But not only that, he seemed like the type of Tom that would do anything for her, even give his own life. We started off hating eachother and now im having his kits, Splashheart thought, stifling a giggle. Weird how this world works. Her blue gaze lingered on her mates face, watching his expression change slowly to horror. She found it faintly amusing, and at the same time confusing. Giving Mixedfur a puzzled look, she gave a tilt of her head before starting to laugh at his next words.

"Mixedfur," She giggled. "No, I want a she-kit. I want a bunch of she-kits, and one Tom named Fiercekit." Again the stab of pain that entered her heart caught her off guard, but she ignored it. It was nothing, she didnt miss someone she never knew in the first place. Letting out a purr, she trotted after the Tom, watching the muscles ripple under his pelt once more. "Good. And i'll be sure to pay some attention to you but only as long as you bring me a vole to the nursery at least once a day. Other times i'll be fine with fish." Splashheart smirked playfully, "Look at that, the cravings have already started." She mocked, shaking out her fur as she exited the den after him. She chuckled softly as he came up to her, and stretched up to rub her forehead against his lightly. "I'll be fine, I promise. But hey, while im gonna be in ThunderClan territory, im gonna go find my siblings so I can tell them goodbye, okay? I'll bring you back a nice, plump vole. Oh and try to stay out of sight in case Foxthorn follows me 'cause he'll kill you." She licked his nose and watched him pad off, her eyes glimmering happily, before turning and trotting off into ThunderClan territory for the last time.


As Mixedfur walked along the bank of the river, his mind was focused on his mate. The he thought she was being highly delusional if she wanted five kits, and expected four of them to be she-kits. Not only would that drive him insane, but what about the one tom they would have? He would be born in a little of sisters that annoyed him, yet he would have to protect. Mixedfur didn’t have to think a second thought as he knew it would be his prime job to protect his daughters--and his son! It was the matter of the fact that he didn’t want to have to worry about his daughters growing up and falling in love, and bringing toms home to meet them. He feared that the most. Not them falling in love, but being heartbroken as well. It was definitely the day he wasn’t looking forward to.

Yet, he loved Splashheart. With all his heart and mind. He hoped that her dreams would come true and she would get the litter that she dreamed of. He prayed to starclan hoping that they would make her the happiest she-cat alive. If he couldn’t do it, he knew his ancient ancestors could.

Mixedfur bent down to catch a fish, watching them with his eyes slitted to pay attention to their every move. He had to move precisely if he wanted to catch the finer ones, the ones with the coarse delicious meat. But, his mind was preoccupied on his future--on his present. He worried that she wouldn’t be okay out there, and he wanted to follow her, just to make sure that she would be fine.

Splashheart was strong. And wild. He had to keep reminding himself. She wasn’t fragile where she needed constant attention as if she were deformed kit. She wasn’t anything of the sort. She was strong, she was graceful, she was slick-minded. He had nothing to worry about.

As far as he was concerned, he hoped that she did visit her siblings to say goodbye. He knew they would hold resentment towards him...but shouldn’t they be happy for her anyway? He wouldn’t dare harm a speck on her pelt. He most certainly wouldn’t let anyone else do it either. Then again, he understood that her family could have their assumptions. They were from different clans...against the code...but love shouldn’t have to be forbidden because of it. He was sure that if his parents were still alive and together, they would hold their own grudges at him for bringing and impregnating an thunderclan she-cat. He countered act this by knowing she would have joined riverclan for him, but she was still thunderclan born, and that did not faze him.

If given the choice, he would had humbly asked to join thunderclan to be with her! But, she jumped at the offer, and how could he deny her? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

He was not satisfied with the fish he caught, and although it was dead, he flung it away. He hopped into the water, despite his thick-fur, and he waddled in. He knew the best fish to catch was in the middle, and there alongside him was a large fish. He opened his claws, allowing them to breath as he ducked his head underwater to follow the large fish. It was swimming around him in a circle, seeming to tease him. Tease him about what exactly? At least, that’s what he felt.

The tom clawed at the fish, digging his claws into the side of it. With the fish stuck to his claws, he brought his head up, water blurring his vision. He tried his best to paddle to shore, without losing the fish. His breathing staggered, and he dropped the fish onto the shore, watching as it flopped dead. He laid by the fish, waiting for his mate. He prayed to starclan that she would be satisfied with his catch.

Random Melody
March 19th, 2017, 03:40 PM
As Mixedfur walked along the bank of the river, his mind was focused on his mate. The he thought she was being highly delusional if she wanted five kits, and expected four of them to be she-kits. Not only would that drive him insane, but what about the one tom they would have? He would be born in a little of sisters that annoyed him, yet he would have to protect. Mixedfur didn’t have to think a second thought as he knew it would be his prime job to protect his daughters--and his son! It was the matter of the fact that he didn’t want to have to worry about his daughters growing up and falling in love, and bringing toms home to meet them. He feared that the most. Not them falling in love, but being heartbroken as well. It was definitely the day he wasn’t looking forward to.

Yet, he loved Splashheart. With all his heart and mind. He hoped that her dreams would come true and she would get the litter that she dreamed of. He prayed to starclan hoping that they would make her the happiest she-cat alive. If he couldn’t do it, he knew his ancient ancestors could.

Mixedfur bent down to catch a fish, watching them with his eyes slitted to pay attention to their every move. He had to move precisely if he wanted to catch the finer ones, the ones with the coarse delicious meat. But, his mind was preoccupied on his future--on his present. He worried that she wouldn’t be okay out there, and he wanted to follow her, just to make sure that she would be fine.

Splashheart was strong. And wild. He had to keep reminding himself. She wasn’t fragile where she needed constant attention as if she were deformed kit. She wasn’t anything of the sort. She was strong, she was graceful, she was slick-minded. He had nothing to worry about.

As far as he was concerned, he hoped that she did visit her siblings to say goodbye. He knew they would hold resentment towards him...but shouldn’t they be happy for her anyway? He wouldn’t dare harm a speck on her pelt. He most certainly wouldn’t let anyone else do it either. Then again, he understood that her family could have their assumptions. They were from different clans...against the code...but love shouldn’t have to be forbidden because of it. He was sure that if his parents were still alive and together, they would hold their own grudges at him for bringing and impregnating an thunderclan she-cat. He countered act this by knowing she would have joined riverclan for him, but she was still thunderclan born, and that did not faze him.

If given the choice, he would had humbly asked to join thunderclan to be with her! But, she jumped at the offer, and how could he deny her? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

He was not satisfied with the fish he caught, and although it was dead, he flung it away. He hopped into the water, despite his thick-fur, and he waddled in. He knew the best fish to catch was in the middle, and there alongside him was a large fish. He opened his claws, allowing them to breath as he ducked his head underwater to follow the large fish. It was swimming around him in a circle, seeming to tease him. Tease him about what exactly? At least, that’s what he felt.

The tom clawed at the fish, digging his claws into the side of it. With the fish stuck to his claws, he brought his head up, water blurring his vision. He tried his best to paddle to shore, without losing the fish. His breathing staggered, and he dropped the fish onto the shore, watching as it flopped dead. He laid by the fish, waiting for his mate. He prayed to starclan that she would be satisfied with his catch.

After a little while, Splashheart giggled as she made her way through the trees from ThunderClan camp. Her siblings words rang in her ears, Foxthorn had said "Splash you're my best friend. Now if you want me to, i'll go right where you're going and become an otter-cat and fight right beside ya....Dont make me go, please, because the water it scares me so much!" Splashheart grinned in amusement and shook her head. Honeyfur had been most skeptical...

"You? Become a RiverClan cat?....Well if you're sure about this....ARE YOU NUTS?!?" But in the end she had laughed, telling her sister very, very, very sternly and very, very, very seriously that if she didnt visit her she's march across the border to slap Splashheart, then Mixedfur, herself. Splashheart had to chuckle recalling that conversation.

Now, Roarclaw....Well Foxthorn and Honeyfur had to hold him back from storming off to the river, most likely to rip apart the Tom that had gotten his 'baby' sister pregnant. Once he had stopped snarling at nothing in particular and had stopped being the leader of CrazyClan, he told Splashheart that if she needed anything to yell his name and he'd be there. A warm smile took place of the amused one on the blue/gray she-cat's maw, and she chuckled, closing her eyes for a moment.

Snowsong had been the calmest one. She'd waited until the others were done talking to step forward and say something. At first her silence had scared Splashheart, thinking the deputy of ThunderClan was upset at her for breaking the code, but her sister surprised her with a warm smile and a soft purr. "You've always been one to follow your heart. Thats why your name is Splashheart. And I know whatever happens, whatever Clan your loyalties lie with, you will continue to follow your heart. And you know what you're doing. I hope you find happiness in RiverClan, and you'd better bring those kits to see me when they're born!"

And then when Splashheart started to leave, she knew she would never forget when they all suddenly let out a yowl. Their voices rose as one, echoing through the entire forest. They sounded happy for their sister, a teasing tone as they shouted, "WE LOVE YOU OTTER-CAT!"

I love you too, guys. Splashheart opened her eyes as a grin stretched over her face. She had promised, she had swore by StarClan that she'd visit at the border every day until the kits came, and every day after they were old enough to come with her. She promised she'd see her siblings at gatherings as well. She would be sure she did too.

On the way, she grabbed the vole she'd caught before she'd gone off to tell her siblings that she was leaving. It was rather plump, and the smell was tempting, but the thought of the fish Mixedfur would have ready for her had her quickening her pace to reach the river at once. Happiness sparked in her blue eyes as she neared, seeing her mate, and a purr rose in her throat. She could hardly wait to go to RiverClan, to start her new life with the Tom she loved. "Mixedfur!"

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 05:25 PM
After a little while, Splashheart giggled as she made her way through the trees from ThunderClan camp. Her siblings words rang in her ears, Foxthorn had said "Splash you're my best friend. Now if you want me to, i'll go right where you're going and become an otter-cat and fight right beside ya....Dont make me go, please, because the water it scares me so much!" Splashheart grinned in amusement and shook her head. Honeyfur had been most skeptical...

"You? Become a RiverClan cat?....Well if you're sure about this....ARE YOU NUTS?!?" But in the end she had laughed, telling her sister very, very, very sternly and very, very, very seriously that if she didnt visit her she's march across the border to slap Splashheart, then Mixedfur, herself. Splashheart had to chuckle recalling that conversation.

Now, Roarclaw....Well Foxthorn and Honeyfur had to hold him back from storming off to the river, most likely to rip apart the Tom that had gotten his 'baby' sister pregnant. Once he had stopped snarling at nothing in particular and had stopped being the leader of CrazyClan, he told Splashheart that if she needed anything to yell his name and he'd be there. A warm smile took place of the amused one on the blue/gray she-cat's maw, and she chuckled, closing her eyes for a moment.

Snowsong had been the calmest one. She'd waited until the others were done talking to step forward and say something. At first her silence had scared Splashheart, thinking the deputy of ThunderClan was upset at her for breaking the code, but her sister surprised her with a warm smile and a soft purr. "You've always been one to follow your heart. Thats why your name is Splashheart. And I know whatever happens, whatever Clan your loyalties lie with, you will continue to follow your heart. And you know what you're doing. I hope you find happiness in RiverClan, and you'd better bring those kits to see me when they're born!"

And then when Splashheart started to leave, she knew she would never forget when they all suddenly let out a yowl. Their voices rose as one, echoing through the entire forest. They sounded happy for their sister, a teasing tone as they shouted, "WE LOVE YOU OTTER-CAT!"

I love you too, guys. Splashheart opened her eyes as a grin stretched over her face. She had promised, she had swore by StarClan that she'd visit at the border every day until the kits came, and every day after they were old enough to come with her. She promised she'd see her siblings at gatherings as well. She would be sure she did too.

On the way, she grabbed the vole she'd caught before she'd gone off to tell her siblings that she was leaving. It was rather plump, and the smell was tempting, but the thought of the fish Mixedfur would have ready for her had her quickening her pace to reach the river at once. Happiness sparked in her blue eyes as she neared, seeing her mate, and a purr rose in her throat. She could hardly wait to go to RiverClan, to start her new life with the Tom she loved. "Mixedfur!"

Mixedfur faced away from the river as he laid in a large heap of downy wet fur. His fur was fairly still damp, and he wished that the sun would dry it as quickly as possible. The fish still laid by his side; untouched. Although he was tempted to eat half of it and give the rest to his mate, but he thought this was unfair, and he restrained himself from even touching it slightly.

He began to silently groom himself, wondering where his mate was, and why it was taking her too long. Was her siblings trying to talk her out of coming back to him? If they were, it would be a waste of time...and a problem. After all, she was bound to get pregnant soon, and the kits would constantly be picked on for being half-clan. Splashheart didn’t want that, did she? Course she didn’t, because he didn’t.

And, they were in love. No cat should be separated from the one they loved. At all. Not from family, not from clans,and definitely not from the warrior code! As his fur continued to dry, and he licked himself clean from the water, he could hear pawprints, and a familiar change of scent entered his nostrils. He got up immediately and embraced her, sniffing her all over to make sure she was okay. ‘’What is it, my love?’’ He had heard her yell his name, and he wondered what was wrong with her. If there was anything wrong with her.

Mixedfur quickly trotted back to the river to pick up the large fish he had caught, and he dropped it at her paws, gently. ‘’There’s something to satisfy your cravings.’’ He joked before he noticed the vole, and gently grabbed for it to begin eating. He was happy to finally get something into his stomach after they have awoken, and he wondered what the day would bring them. ‘’You seem excited,’’ he purred after he devoured the vole and licked his maw. ‘’What happened?’’ He figured it had to be something with her family, and he wanted to know everything about it. For now on, he wanted to know about everything with her day. She was his mate. He would forever be interested in her as long as the two were living. Even in starclan he would love to know everything about her.

He went up to her, and hooked his neck around hers, giving her cheek a tenderness of washed affection.

Random Melody
March 19th, 2017, 05:40 PM
Mixedfur faced away from the river as he laid in a large heap of downy wet fur. His fur was fairly still damp, and he wished that the sun would dry it as quickly as possible. The fish still laid by his side; untouched. Although he was tempted to eat half of it and give the rest to his mate, but he thought this was unfair, and he restrained himself from even touching it slightly.

He began to silently groom himself, wondering where his mate was, and why it was taking her too long. Was her siblings trying to talk her out of coming back to him? If they were, it would be a waste of time...and a problem. After all, she was bound to get pregnant soon, and the kits would constantly be picked on for being half-clan. Splashheart didn’t want that, did she? Course she didn’t, because he didn’t.

And, they were in love. No cat should be separated from the one they loved. At all. Not from family, not from clans,and definitely not from the warrior code! As his fur continued to dry, and he licked himself clean from the water, he could hear pawprints, and a familiar change of scent entered his nostrils. He got up immediately and embraced her, sniffing her all over to make sure she was okay. ‘’What is it, my love?’’ He had heard her yell his name, and he wondered what was wrong with her. If there was anything wrong with her.

Mixedfur quickly trotted back to the river to pick up the large fish he had caught, and he dropped it at her paws, gently. ‘’There’s something to satisfy your cravings.’’ He joked before he noticed the vole, and gently grabbed for it to begin eating. He was happy to finally get something into his stomach after they have awoken, and he wondered what the day would bring them. ‘’You seem excited,’’ he purred after he devoured the vole and licked his maw. ‘’What happened?’’ He figured it had to be something with her family, and he wanted to know everything about it. For now on, he wanted to know about everything with her day. She was his mate. He would forever be interested in her as long as the two were living. Even in starclan he would love to know everything about her.

He went up to her, and hooked his neck around hers, giving her cheek a tenderness of washed affection.

Splashheart grinned once he reached her, reaching up to press her head against his with a loud purr. "I love you." She whispered with as mile. She let him take the vole and immediately lowered her head, taking a bite of the fish at her paws, relieved to have something on her stomach now. Gulping down a few bites and licking her lips, she looked up every once in a while to watch her mate eat.

A smile twitched at her lips, and the purr in her chest grew stronger. She took another bite and swallowed, closing her eyes briefly. This would be perfect, she was certain. And she was completely grateful to have her siblings support. Though even if she hadnt, she would have gone anyway. She was pregnant for StarClan's sake, her kits needed to be with both their parents. Though even before she told them she was expecting they were still supportive of her decision. All but Roarclaw, though in the end he gave up attempting to run off to kill Mixedfur long enough to give Splashheart 'permission'.

She found herself grinning, finishing off the rest of the fish and sitting up. Her smile widened as she looked at her mate. "I am excited," She said, then giggled."They took it...Surprisingly well. Foxthorn was a little upset, but once I told him that we'd see eachother at gatherings and across the border he cheered up. Honeyfur told me I was crazy then said if I didnt come visit her every day she'd slap me and you both, Roarclaw...Well he wanted to kill you but once he was done raging he told me to yowl his name if I ever needed anything." She giggled. "Snowsong was the most supportive. And she told me that i'd better bring her nieces and nephews to visit when they were old enough. And then they all told me they loved me and called me an otter-cat." She laughed.

Her blue eyes were shining as she looked at her mate, grinning happily. "And that was about it. You might wanna watch out while you're patrolling though, because Roarclaw might be near." She added jokingly, a grin on her face.

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 07:04 PM
Splashheart grinned once he reached her, reaching up to press her head against his with a loud purr. "I love you." She whispered with as mile. She let him take the vole and immediately lowered her head, taking a bite of the fish at her paws, relieved to have something on her stomach now. Gulping down a few bites and licking her lips, she looked up every once in a while to watch her mate eat.

A smile twitched at her lips, and the purr in her chest grew stronger. She took another bite and swallowed, closing her eyes briefly. This would be perfect, she was certain. And she was completely grateful to have her siblings support. Though even if she hadnt, she would have gone anyway. She was pregnant for StarClan's sake, her kits needed to be with both their parents. Though even before she told them she was expecting they were still supportive of her decision. All but Roarclaw, though in the end he gave up attempting to run off to kill Mixedfur long enough to give Splashheart 'permission'.

She found herself grinning, finishing off the rest of the fish and sitting up. Her smile widened as she looked at her mate. "I am excited," She said, then giggled."They took it...Surprisingly well. Foxthorn was a little upset, but once I told him that we'd see eachother at gatherings and across the border he cheered up. Honeyfur told me I was crazy then said if I didnt come visit her every day she'd slap me and you both, Roarclaw...Well he wanted to kill you but once he was done raging he told me to yowl his name if I ever needed anything." She giggled. "Snowsong was the most supportive. And she told me that i'd better bring her nieces and nephews to visit when they were old enough. And then they all told me they loved me and called me an otter-cat." She laughed.

Her blue eyes were shining as she looked at her mate, grinning happily. "And that was about it. You might wanna watch out while you're patrolling though, because Roarclaw might be near." She added jokingly, a grin on her face.

‘’Wow.’’ Mixedfur laughed and shuddered at the same time. ‘’Your family sounds very welcoming.’’ He joked, and flicked her with his tail, gently. He wished he could had met them, to prove that he wasn’t that bad. Sure, he was a riverclan cat, but they weren’t truly bad predators. And, he thought the same about thunderclan cat until he met Splashheart, so he knew they had their worries, but he was happy that they were supportive of her.

He thought about what his parents would had said if the situation was reversed. His dad would most likely unclaim him as a son, and his mother would be fearful. She would care, but she wouldn’t show it. After all, who was she to blame? Didn’t she leave his dad for a shadowclan warrior anyway? Her opinion certainly didn’t matter.

‘’I think it’s great that they’re being supportive of your decision.’’ He sat beside her, emitting out a purr. He allowed his tail to wrap around her protectively and gently. ‘’But I don’t think Roarclaw, you say? I don’t think he should want to fight me. I mean...his nieces and nephews would grow up without a dad. And, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?’’ He looked down at her as he gave her the most gentle of stares he perfected.

A gleam was in his eyes, as he said, ‘’I’m excited too! I can’t wait to go back to riverclan and be with you anytime I’d like.’’ He purred once more and rubbed his cheek against hers. His eyes closed, and the only thing that could be heard was his loud, rumbling purr. ‘’When do you think you’d be ready to actually come?’’ He unwrapped himself slowly from her, not wanting to, but he didn’t want to smother her immensely where she would get uncomfortable with his constant touching. It happened with his mother and father before, which was why she left him in the first place. His father was a very affectionate tom, and his mother loved the attention, but thought he was too clingy. Mixedfur didn’t want to repeat that part of history with his new mate. Ever.

Splashheart was different though. Maybe she would enjoy the constant affectionate, or the clingyness. Mixedfur was never that clingy anyway. Of course, he would rub himself against her to get her attention, or he would pester her with silly questions, or he would even do anything to be near her. But clingy? No way was he… clingy.

‘’You have...a lot of siblings.’’ He chuckled. ‘’Too many that I forgot half of their names.’’ He joked. ‘’But, I’ll be sure to remember this Roarclaw. He sounded dangerous. I wouldn’t want our kits to be around a dangerous cat. Even if it were their uncle.’’ He joked once again, finding the idea crazy.

Family was important to Mixedfur, and he was happy that her siblings would like to be apart of the kittens lives. It made him purr, especially since he had no other family. He sure was glad to have Splashheart. And, the crazy mix of her family that he hadn’t met yet.

Mixedfur approached her once more, gently rubbing his body against hers in a soft way. Why couldn’t he ever keep his distance away from the she-cat? What was she doing to him that made him act in such a way? He gave a purr once again, and he sat down beside her, his tail searching hers to intertwine with. ‘’Now, look at us. Soon enough our little Mixedhearts will be running around and annoying the living daylights out of everyone. It will be the best day that I’m looking forward to.’’ His eyes shone bright with pride and hope.

Random Melody
March 19th, 2017, 07:21 PM
‘’Wow.’’ Mixedfur laughed and shuddered at the same time. ‘’Your family sounds very welcoming.’’ He joked, and flicked her with his tail, gently. He wished he could had met them, to prove that he wasn’t that bad. Sure, he was a riverclan cat, but they weren’t truly bad predators. And, he thought the same about thunderclan cat until he met Splashheart, so he knew they had their worries, but he was happy that they were supportive of her.

He thought about what his parents would had said if the situation was reversed. His dad would most likely unclaim him as a son, and his mother would be fearful. She would care, but she wouldn’t show it. After all, who was she to blame? Didn’t she leave his dad for a shadowclan warrior anyway? Her opinion certainly didn’t matter.

‘’I think it’s great that they’re being supportive of your decision.’’ He sat beside her, emitting out a purr. He allowed his tail to wrap around her protectively and gently. ‘’But I don’t think Roarclaw, you say? I don’t think he should want to fight me. I mean...his nieces and nephews would grow up without a dad. And, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?’’ He looked down at her as he gave her the most gentle of stares he perfected.

A gleam was in his eyes, as he said, ‘’I’m excited too! I can’t wait to go back to riverclan and be with you anytime I’d like.’’ He purred once more and rubbed his cheek against hers. His eyes closed, and the only thing that could be heard was his loud, rumbling purr. ‘’When do you think you’d be ready to actually come?’’ He unwrapped himself slowly from her, not wanting to, but he didn’t want to smother her immensely where she would get uncomfortable with his constant touching. It happened with his mother and father before, which was why she left him in the first place. His father was a very affectionate tom, and his mother loved the attention, but thought he was too clingy. Mixedfur didn’t want to repeat that part of history with his new mate. Ever.

Splashheart was different though. Maybe she would enjoy the constant affectionate, or the clingyness. Mixedfur was never that clingy anyway. Of course, he would rub himself against her to get her attention, or he would pester her with silly questions, or he would even do anything to be near her. But clingy? No way was he… clingy.

‘’You have...a lot of siblings.’’ He chuckled. ‘’Too many that I forgot half of their names.’’ He joked. ‘’But, I’ll be sure to remember this Roarclaw. He sounded dangerous. I wouldn’t want our kits to be around a dangerous cat. Even if it were their uncle.’’ He joked once again, finding the idea crazy.

Family was important to Mixedfur, and he was happy that her siblings would like to be apart of the kittens lives. It made him purr, especially since he had no other family. He sure was glad to have Splashheart. And, the crazy mix of her family that he hadn’t met yet.

Mixedfur approached her once more, gently rubbing his body against hers in a soft way. Why couldn’t he ever keep his distance away from the she-cat? What was she doing to him that made him act in such a way? He gave a purr once again, and he sat down beside her, his tail searching hers to intertwine with. ‘’Now, look at us. Soon enough our little Mixedhearts will be running around and annoying the living daylights out of everyone. It will be the best day that I’m looking forward to.’’ His eyes shone bright with pride and hope.

"Hopefully they'll warm up to you when you meet at the gathering." Snowsong said with a soft chuckle, nuzzling her head against his fluffy fur with a loud purr. Then she remembered something and lifted her head to look up at him. "I told my mother too." Her blue eyes filled with anger as she shook her head. "She said it was a bad idea to leave the Clan I was born to for some Tom I hardly know. I told her that if she thought that was a bad idea then she's a hypocrite because she not only left her Clan, but her kits behind too." She could still see the shocked, slightly hurt look on Swiftbreeze's face in her head, and gritted her teeth with a sigh. "I didnt really care what she said much. And i'd been wanting to say all that to her for a while, anyway."

What she didnt want to admit though was that it hurt not having her mothers approval. Just slightly, not that she really even knew the molly in the first place. But she was still her mother. Doesnt matter. I dont need her permission to be with my mate so we can take care of our kits. She thought, anger once again flickering through the blue/gray she-cats dark blue eyes. Im not going to do what she did.

She looked up, fixing her attention back on Mixedfur as the Tom sat beside her. She purred and leaned into him as his tail wrapped around her, the anger evaporating. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she purred. "Dont worry, he probably wont kill you. Just beat you up a little bit." She mewed jokingly, grinning at him. Her eyes glimmered happily as she reached up, licking his cheek.

"Why dont we go now?" Excitement glittered in her eyes, a huge smile on her maw. Her ears twitched in disappointment when he unwrapped his tail from around her, but it didnt know in her expression. Play it cool, Splash. Dont be clingy, She thought, and wanted to chuckle at herself.

Instead though, she nudged Mixedfur slightly with a grin. "Oh nonsense. You two will probably be the best of friends when you actually get to meet." She assured with a grin. "'Sides, Roarclaw is great with kits! He'll probably be real overprotective with them too though."

She grinned. "Foxthorn would teach them all our mischief making ways. Honeyfur would single one of them out to be the 'leader', like she was with the rest of us. Snowsong would sing to them and soothe them when they're upset, teach them all the wonders of life..." She trailed off softly, and smirked. "We're not gonna get to do anything with our own kits, are we."

A soft purr escaped her when he rubbed against her, and she nuzzled him back, happy that he'd came forward again. "Yep. Our little Mixedhearts." The name made her purr, as she giggled. "And just wait. They're gonna be little mischief-makers, im almost certain."

Brilliance
March 19th, 2017, 09:45 PM
"Hopefully they'll warm up to you when you meet at the gathering." Snowsong said with a soft chuckle, nuzzling her head against his fluffy fur with a loud purr. Then she remembered something and lifted her head to look up at him. "I told my mother too." Her blue eyes filled with anger as she shook her head. "She said it was a bad idea to leave the Clan I was born to for some Tom I hardly know. I told her that if she thought that was a bad idea then she's a hypocrite because she not only left her Clan, but her kits behind too." She could still see the shocked, slightly hurt look on Swiftbreeze's face in her head, and gritted her teeth with a sigh. "I didnt really care what she said much. And i'd been wanting to say all that to her for a while, anyway."

What she didnt want to admit though was that it hurt not having her mothers approval. Just slightly, not that she really even knew the molly in the first place. But she was still her mother. Doesnt matter. I dont need her permission to be with my mate so we can take care of our kits. She thought, anger once again flickering through the blue/gray she-cats dark blue eyes. Im not going to do what she did.

She looked up, fixing her attention back on Mixedfur as the Tom sat beside her. She purred and leaned into him as his tail wrapped around her, the anger evaporating. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she purred. "Dont worry, he probably wont kill you. Just beat you up a little bit." She mewed jokingly, grinning at him. Her eyes glimmered happily as she reached up, licking his cheek.

"Why dont we go now?" Excitement glittered in her eyes, a huge smile on her maw. Her ears twitched in disappointment when he unwrapped his tail from around her, but it didnt know in her expression. Play it cool, Splash. Dont be clingy, She thought, and wanted to chuckle at herself.

Instead though, she nudged Mixedfur slightly with a grin. "Oh nonsense. You two will probably be the best of friends when you actually get to meet." She assured with a grin. "'Sides, Roarclaw is great with kits! He'll probably be real overprotective with them too though."

She grinned. "Foxthorn would teach them all our mischief making ways. Honeyfur would single one of them out to be the 'leader', like she was with the rest of us. Snowsong would sing to them and soothe them when they're upset, teach them all the wonders of life..." She trailed off softly, and smirked. "We're not gonna get to do anything with our own kits, are we."

A soft purr escaped her when he rubbed against her, and she nuzzled him back, happy that he'd came forward again. "Yep. Our little Mixedhearts." The name made her purr, as she giggled. "And just wait. They're gonna be little mischief-makers, im almost certain."

‘’It’ll be nice.’’ He mewed, quietly hoping that the other thunderclan cats would. After all, he had no family other than his parents. ‘’I would love for the kits to know their other family members. Especially since I don’t have any siblings or parents myself. Besides, your mother...despite leaving you..she’ll probably warm up to our kits. I mean...they are her grandkits.’’ He nuzzled her. ‘’I know you’re angry with her and all, but don’t hold all the pent up inside. You never know when it’ll be the last day you get to see her.’’ He told his mom that he completely hated her and thought of her as a crowfood, fox-dung when she left for a shadowclan warrior. The next thing he knew, she was dead. Laying in her own pool of blood caused by her second mate.

As he heard her mention her siblings and everything they would do for their kits, he let out a purr. He thought it was a great idea for them to be involved in Mixedhearts’ lives. ‘’At least when they’re kit-sitting, we could have some alone time.’’ He purred, then added. ‘’Perhaps making our Mixedheart squad bigger.’’ The tom joked and entered into a playful bow.

‘’I’m ready to go back whenever you’re ready!’’ He jumped up excitedly. He was extremely happy about returning back to his clan as if he had some type of trophy to display and show the world. Which he did, in a sense.

As he begin walking towards the riverclan border, he looked back to make sure she was following. He slowed his pace so that he could walk directly next to her, and he strode on with confidence, and he leaned onto his mate, giving her the support. ‘’A newly made riverclan cat...how about that?’’ He licked her cheek once more, and let out a purr. ‘’We’ll definitely have to make a bigger nest. I’ll get us some more moss! I’ll also make sure you have a nice warm place to sleep. The nursery will definitely be ready for you once you begin kitting. Trust me, I’ll make sure of it.’’ There was so much he wanted to do in little time, but he also knew that it would take time before he could allow himself to multitask. He did want to make sure that she would be alright. That she would be comfortable. It was never a good experience at moving into a new clan--yet she had him. She wasn’t alone. She would never be alone. He’d make sure of that.

‘’Anything you need or want, just call for me,’’ He nibbled on her ear, playfully, before adding. ‘’But, you knew that already, my love.’’

Random Melody
March 19th, 2017, 10:02 PM
‘’It’ll be nice.’’ He mewed, quietly hoping that the other thunderclan cats would. After all, he had no family other than his parents. ‘’I would love for the kits to know their other family members. Especially since I don’t have any siblings or parents myself. Besides, your mother...despite leaving you..she’ll probably warm up to our kits. I mean...they are her grandkits.’’ He nuzzled her. ‘’I know you’re angry with her and all, but don’t hold all the pent up inside. You never know when it’ll be the last day you get to see her.’’ He told his mom that he completely hated her and thought of her as a crowfood, fox-dung when she left for a shadowclan warrior. The next thing he knew, she was dead. Laying in her own pool of blood caused by her second mate.

As he heard her mention her siblings and everything they would do for their kits, he let out a purr. He thought it was a great idea for them to be involved in Mixedhearts’ lives. ‘’At least when they’re kit-sitting, we could have some alone time.’’ He purred, then added. ‘’Perhaps making our Mixedheart squad bigger.’’ The tom joked and entered into a playful bow.

‘’I’m ready to go back whenever you’re ready!’’ He jumped up excitedly. He was extremely happy about returning back to his clan as if he had some type of trophy to display and show the world. Which he did, in a sense.

As he begin walking towards the riverclan border, he looked back to make sure she was following. He slowed his pace so that he could walk directly next to her, and he strode on with confidence, and he leaned onto his mate, giving her the support. ‘’A newly made riverclan cat...how about that?’’ He licked her cheek once more, and let out a purr. ‘’We’ll definitely have to make a bigger nest. I’ll get us some more moss! I’ll also make sure you have a nice warm place to sleep. The nursery will definitely be ready for you once you begin kitting. Trust me, I’ll make sure of it.’’ There was so much he wanted to do in little time, but he also knew that it would take time before he could allow himself to multitask. He did want to make sure that she would be alright. That she would be comfortable. It was never a good experience at moving into a new clan--yet she had him. She wasn’t alone. She would never be alone. He’d make sure of that.

‘’Anything you need or want, just call for me,’’ He nibbled on her ear, playfully, before adding. ‘’But, you knew that already, my love.’’

"I know." Splashheart sighed, leaning against him. "Im not going to shut her out of their lives, though. If she wants to, she can see them whenever I bring them to visit. I wont keep her form her grandchildren." She shook her head, as if clearing all the bad thoughts before nuzzling him back. What he said was true, she knew even today could be her mothers last day alive. But while the thought hurt faintly, it didnt affect her like most cats. After all, she didnt even know Swiftbreeze. It still hurt though, it still scared her, just not badly.

Splashheart had to grin at his comment, all the bad thoughts and the sadness leaving as she grinned up at him. "Hm, good idea." She smiled warmly. "Im glad they want to be part of the kits lives. I was half afraid they'd turn their backs, but I should've known better. They're my siblings, after all." She said fondly, a smile on her face. "I just cant wait for Snowsong's reaction when she sees them, though. She absolutely adores kits."

The blue/gray she-cat smiled at how excited her mate was, her blue eyes sparkling. She quickly pushed herself to her paws as well, grinning at him. Today she would no longer be a ThunderClan cat, but a RiverClan cat. She could hardly wait to start her new future. A new chapter in her life.

She trotted after him as he started walking, excitement written all over her face as a smile twitched at her maw. She giggled as he spoke, leaning against Mixedfur for support and letting him go on. She knew he only wanted her to be comfortable, and the thought warmed her all over. It was going to be hard adjusting to all the RiverClan ways and most cats probably wouldnt be all that friendly....But she was ready, she was more than ready, because she had her mate. She would always have him.

Splashheart smiled up at him, a purr rumbling in her chest as she licked his cheek. "I know." She grinned. "And you'll be the first one I call when I need something."

Brilliance
March 20th, 2017, 11:54 AM
"I know." Splashheart sighed, leaning against him. "Im not going to shut her out of their lives, though. If she wants to, she can see them whenever I bring them to visit. I wont keep her form her grandchildren." She shook her head, as if clearing all the bad thoughts before nuzzling him back. What he said was true, she knew even today could be her mothers last day alive. But while the thought hurt faintly, it didnt affect her like most cats. After all, she didnt even know Swiftbreeze. It still hurt though, it still scared her, just not badly.

Splashheart had to grin at his comment, all the bad thoughts and the sadness leaving as she grinned up at him. "Hm, good idea." She smiled warmly. "Im glad they want to be part of the kits lives. I was half afraid they'd turn their backs, but I should've known better. They're my siblings, after all." She said fondly, a smile on her face. "I just cant wait for Snowsong's reaction when she sees them, though. She absolutely adores kits."

The blue/gray she-cat smiled at how excited her mate was, her blue eyes sparkling. She quickly pushed herself to her paws as well, grinning at him. Today she would no longer be a ThunderClan cat, but a RiverClan cat. She could hardly wait to start her new future. A new chapter in her life.

She trotted after him as he started walking, excitement written all over her face as a smile twitched at her maw. She giggled as he spoke, leaning against Mixedfur for support and letting him go on. She knew he only wanted her to be comfortable, and the thought warmed her all over. It was going to be hard adjusting to all the RiverClan ways and most cats probably wouldnt be all that friendly....But she was ready, she was more than ready, because she had her mate. She would always have him.

Splashheart smiled up at him, a purr rumbling in her chest as she licked his cheek. "I know." She grinned. "And you'll be the first one I call when I need something."

‘’Good.’’ Mixedfur grinned as they continued to walk. ‘’They only have one living grandparent. Both of their grandfathers are dead, and one of the grandmothers are dead.’’ He sighed sadly. ‘’It’s great that they have many supportive aunties and uncles on your side. It gives them more cats to look up to...instead of just us.’’

Mixedfur glanced at his mate from the corner of his eyes, sighing contentedly. ‘’Obviously, I should. Who else you gonna call?’’ He snorted, joking. ‘’I know you’ll make some good friends. Although...I honestly believe that you would get along definitely with Heavencloud. She’s the sweetest, I swear, and she always welcome new cats into the clan. Along with her sister, Angelcloud. I know they will adore you as much as I do.’’ He tenderly nosed her cheek.

He also knew that Jasperpelt would welcome her with opened paws. After all, Jasperpelt was a good tom, understanding, and respectful. Mixedfur could count on him, and if, for any reason that he wasn’t around, he would want her to go to Jasperpelt. He knew that Jasperpelt would help her. Unless she was comfortable with Angelcloud and Heavencloud. They would help her as well…

But, as for Charmpelt, he was iffy if he would allow his mate to interact with the flirtatious feline. He didn’t trust Charmpelt fully with the females, and he wouldn’t want Splashheart to associate herself with him anyway. He was his friend. He was his good friend, but the cat had his sly ways.

‘’If, for any reason, at all,’’ He said, his voice hardening with concern. ‘’That I’m not around, Angelcloud and Heavencloud will help you. There is also Jasperpelt who will be able to help you if you need anything at all, but for the most part I’ll be around, so you don’t have to worry.’’ He didn’t even bother mentioning Charmpelt. Why would he?

‘’They will also be able to help out with the kits,’’ He said. ‘’I mean Angelcloud and Heavencloud will, but Jasperpelt...I don’t know how he would feel around kits,’’ the large tom shrugged, ‘’but I do know that Angelcloud and Heavencloud will be glad to kit-sit if you ever feel that you need a break, but you probably wouldn’t since you love being a mother and all. Five kits! Just wow. You’re trying to tire me out.’’ He chuckled, but he thought happily on the situation. He would face any hardships that is thrown at them, and create the moments into sweetness. Along with the help of her family, and the help of close friends that he considered family...he knew that they would be okay. ‘’And, as for the she-kits...oh boy, they better watch out! I know they have uncles that will be willing to fight any tom--Roarclaw, Foxthorn-- so, I’m not alone in this.’’ He chuckled just thinking of the thought.

Random Melody
March 20th, 2017, 12:27 PM
‘’Good.’’ Mixedfur grinned as they continued to walk. ‘’They only have one living grandparent. Both of their grandfathers are dead, and one of the grandmothers are dead.’’ He sighed sadly. ‘’It’s great that they have many supportive aunties and uncles on your side. It gives them more cats to look up to...instead of just us.’’

Mixedfur glanced at his mate from the corner of his eyes, sighing contentedly. ‘’Obviously, I should. Who else you gonna call?’’ He snorted, joking. ‘’I know you’ll make some good friends. Although...I honestly believe that you would get along definitely with Heavencloud. She’s the sweetest, I swear, and she always welcome new cats into the clan. Along with her sister, Angelcloud. I know they will adore you as much as I do.’’ He tenderly nosed her cheek.

He also knew that Jasperpelt would welcome her with opened paws. After all, Jasperpelt was a good tom, understanding, and respectful. Mixedfur could count on him, and if, for any reason that he wasn’t around, he would want her to go to Jasperpelt. He knew that Jasperpelt would help her. Unless she was comfortable with Angelcloud and Heavencloud. They would help her as well…

But, as for Charmpelt, he was iffy if he would allow his mate to interact with the flirtatious feline. He didn’t trust Charmpelt fully with the females, and he wouldn’t want Splashheart to associate herself with him anyway. He was his friend. He was his good friend, but the cat had his sly ways.

‘’If, for any reason, at all,’’ He said, his voice hardening with concern. ‘’That I’m not around, Angelcloud and Heavencloud will help you. There is also Jasperpelt who will be able to help you if you need anything at all, but for the most part I’ll be around, so you don’t have to worry.’’ He didn’t even bother mentioning Charmpelt. Why would he?

‘’They will also be able to help out with the kits,’’ He said. ‘’I mean Angelcloud and Heavencloud will, but Jasperpelt...I don’t know how he would feel around kits,’’ the large tom shrugged, ‘’but I do know that Angelcloud and Heavencloud will be glad to kit-sit if you ever feel that you need a break, but you probably wouldn’t since you love being a mother and all. Five kits! Just wow. You’re trying to tire me out.’’ He chuckled, but he thought happily on the situation. He would face any hardships that is thrown at them, and create the moments into sweetness. Along with the help of her family, and the help of close friends that he considered family...he knew that they would be okay. ‘’And, as for the she-kits...oh boy, they better watch out! I know they have uncles that will be willing to fight any tom--Roarclaw, Foxthorn-- so, I’m not alone in this.’’ He chuckled just thinking of the thought.

"Exactly," Splashheart then smiled. It was nice to know her siblings were supportive and would help take care of the kits, even in a different Clan. A part of her hoped maybe Russetstar - That was his name, right? - Would allow her siblings to come visit in camp, too. Or Gyrestar would let Splashheart and Mixedfur visit with the kits? If not they could always meet at the border, but Splashheart would make sure they got to see eachother.

Hearing his next sentence, Splashheart let out a snort. "For my brothers, duh." She said in a playful tone. "I'll yell as loud as I can and just watch they'll be there in an instant!" She smiled as she listened to him talk about his friends, tilting her head. "Thats good to know. Hopefully there'll be lots of cats there that will welcome me." She mused with a smile.

She wondered how many cats there were in RiverClan. Hopefully nice ones, but she'd set the mean ones straight quickly. The Angelcloud and Heavencloud that Mixedfur spoke of sounded nice enough, so hopefully there were more cats that would like to help her with the kits while she was stuck in the nursery with them. But once they were old enough she would take them to see her siblings every day, let them kit-sit while she and Mixedfur had some time to themselves. She smiled at the thought, thinking of how excited her siblings would be to meet the furry bundles.

Her eyes glittered. Im lucky to have siblings like them, She thought before thinking of Blackstorm and Goldensky. Pain flooded her gaze. They changed. They changed. She told herself, flinching slightly as she did, lowering her head. Her siblings would never get to meet her kits, ever. She remembered something Goldensky had once told her when they were apprentices. "Hey sis, when you have kits someday, im gonna spoil them rotten, you know that right? I have the be the aunt that spoils them!" A pang stabbed at Splashheart's heart and she shook her head. Blackstorm had brought up the subject again when they were apprentices, just before their parents had returned. "And when you do have kits FAR into the future, note the word FAR! Im gonna teach them battle moves. They gotta be as cool as their awesome uncle! But, seriously, would you mind if I beat the father up first?" All her siblings had known from her nonstop talk - Splashheart would always be the first of the group to have kits one day. They knew it, and they wanted to be a part of it. Especially Golden and Black.

That just hurt more. Splashheart frowned deeply, suddenly lost in her own thoughts. What had happened to those two, what had changed them so drastically from the sweet and careful and shy she-cat, from the boastful but protective and kind Tom to murderous, bloodthirsty rogues?

And then there was Fernpaw, the aunt her kits would never meet. Thinking of her always gentle sister made her frown, she would have loved to see Splashheart's kits as well. In fact she vaguely remembered her words from long ago..."Splashy, promise me when you have kits when you're a warrior, you wont be totally absorbed in them. I want time with the little furballs!" Raising her blue gaze to the sky, Splashheart let out a gentle sigh. Do you approve, Ferny? Do I have your support? She asked silently. There was no reply, and Splashheart shook her head before lowering her gaze again, pushing the thoughts from her mind.

Looking at her mate when he spoke again, Splashheart managed a small smile. "Thats good. They can kit-sit when my siblings arent available." She chuckled, leaning against him softly. Then she smirked. "Oh yeah, im trying to tire you out. Its not like I can choose how many kits I have, just how many I want, silly." She purred with a grin, tilting her head at him. It was true she wanted at least five, though that didnt necessarily mean she would get five. "And Foxthorn likely wouldnt attack a Tom-kit." She thought for a moment. "Roarclaw, though, well like I said, he's real overprotective."

Darky
April 13th, 2017, 02:16 PM
Dawnpaw sits by the border watching the riverclan cats from the other side.
Dawnpaw sighs when she sees stoneclaw coming.
"Dawnpaw you staying or going to the den"stoneclaw ask
"I'll stay here"Dawnpaw says as stoneclaw goes to the warriors den and sleeps.

lone
April 13th, 2017, 05:27 PM
@Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35)

The brown tabby didn't normally come to the border. But, today, he was bored-- and thought he might as well. Why not? There was always someone around. Some cat from another Clan was always hanging around. The smallest of smirks spread over his maw. While it seemed Falconclaw was overly ambitious and not a good cat, he did have good in him! He did! It was their problem if they decided they didn't want to deal with it. An aggravated growl escaped him as he sat down, curling his tail around his paws. And, he had partly expected to see Spottedsong here. She was always sneaking away. So Falconclaw suspected her of being a traitor. If that was true, he would catch her now and get rid of her. The tom's hues narrowed-- in his mind there wasn't too much room for traitors. Though he, personally, had never had a reason to be one. After all, there were plenty of cats who would die to be his friend in his own Clan. Weren't there? If he were being honest with himself, Falconclaw was pretty vain. Very vain, as a matter of fact.
 
And, while that might not be good? He didn't mind it. As long as he was able to keep ahold of his loyalty he would be fine. After all, the Clans wanted loyal warriors. Not humble, kind, and gentle ones. No one would ever get to be leader if all the Clans had were humble, kind, gentle warriors. Falconclaw yawned, now rolling over onto his side. The lighter fur on his belly seemed to clash with the darker brown and black tabby stripes of the tom. He looked... bored. And perhaps that was because he actually was, or maybe it was because his expression was constantly bored. Falconclaw's eyes flashed for a moment before he got back to his paws. If a RiverClan cat came by at this second, or one of his own clanmates, he would probably get hurt; not all cats were as forgiving as he was. He would never kill a RiverClan cat for just laying along the border. Hurt them, sure... teach them a lesson if they were crossing the border. Not even the tip of a whisker was anywhere near the border.
 
So, Falconclaw decided that he was probably in a pretty good spot right now. A pleased purr began to emit from the tom's throat and chest as he closed his green hues. He looked pretty happy for the moment being. Perhaps it was just being out of camp, or maybe he liked the scent of the marshier, less pine-like scent of RiverClan. Though, for the rough warrior? That was doubtful. It was more then doubtful, it was... very, very strange. That was definitely out of the question for Falconclaw.

Empress Of Evil
April 13th, 2017, 05:59 PM
@Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35)

The brown tabby didn't normally come to the border. But, today, he was bored-- and thought he might as well. Why not? There was always someone around. Some cat from another Clan was always hanging around. The smallest of smirks spread over his maw. While it seemed Falconclaw was overly ambitious and not a good cat, he did have good in him! He did! It was their problem if they decided they didn't want to deal with it. An aggravated growl escaped him as he sat down, curling his tail around his paws. And, he had partly expected to see Spottedsong here. She was always sneaking away. So Falconclaw suspected her of being a traitor. If that was true, he would catch her now and get rid of her. The tom's hues narrowed-- in his mind there wasn't too much room for traitors. Though he, personally, had never had a reason to be one. After all, there were plenty of cats who would die to be his friend in his own Clan. Weren't there? If he were being honest with himself, Falconclaw was pretty vain. Very vain, as a matter of fact.
 
And, while that might not be good? He didn't mind it. As long as he was able to keep ahold of his loyalty he would be fine. After all, the Clans wanted loyal warriors. Not humble, kind, and gentle ones. No one would ever get to be leader if all the Clans had were humble, kind, gentle warriors. Falconclaw yawned, now rolling over onto his side. The lighter fur on his belly seemed to clash with the darker brown and black tabby stripes of the tom. He looked... bored. And perhaps that was because he actually was, or maybe it was because his expression was constantly bored. Falconclaw's eyes flashed for a moment before he got back to his paws. If a RiverClan cat came by at this second, or one of his own clanmates, he would probably get hurt; not all cats were as forgiving as he was. He would never kill a RiverClan cat for just laying along the border. Hurt them, sure... teach them a lesson if they were crossing the border. Not even the tip of a whisker was anywhere near the border.
 
So, Falconclaw decided that he was probably in a pretty good spot right now. A pleased purr began to emit from the tom's throat and chest as he closed his green hues. He looked pretty happy for the moment being. Perhaps it was just being out of camp, or maybe he liked the scent of the marshier, less pine-like scent of RiverClan. Though, for the rough warrior? That was doubtful. It was more then doubtful, it was... very, very strange. That was definitely out of the question for Falconclaw.

Paws thudded softly along the ground as Cloudrain skipped to the border. Yes. Skipped. The she-cat was rather optimistic. More optimistic than the average cat. She always tried to see the positive side of things and refused to look on the bad side. Some times, this meant she tended to neglect problems in life, only to realise that there really was a problem only when things had gotten very bad. It became a bit of a problem at times, although Cloudrain had managed to solve problems before, surely she could continue to do that? The silver tabby had no plans to change her ways, she was perfectly fine with the way she was. After all, why would anyone ever want to completely change the way they were? Cloudrain had been living with this personality from the day she had been born! And being exact, that was thirty three moons. No, she was happy the way she was. She would change for anyone. That wouldn't make her unique anymore, and she loved being unique. That's why she was special. And it wasn't just her, everyone was special in their own way.

Cloudrain was quickly brought out of her thoughts as she slowed to a halt. She had reached the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan. The silver tabby quite liked the border. It was peaceful, well, except for the occasional border skirmishes between the two clans. Other than that, this was a pretty nice place. It was one of her favourite places to visit in fact. There weren't many places that could beat this border. She loved it. It was the place she went to when she just felt like calming down. Although she rarely ever wanted to calm down. She was happy being bubbly. But she just liked to visit this place anyway. It was a beautiful place and she liked to sit down and admire the nature. It was rather rare that she ran into other cats at the border. If she did, she tried to start up a nice conversation with them. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. It was simply a matter of whether the cat was going to be hostile towards a cat like her. Most were, after all, you can't just ignore the fact that she's from an opposing clan.

Looking around the see if there were any cat around, her icy blue gaze quickly found the pelt of a ThunderClan tom. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully as she padded up to him. It really didn't seem to matter to the warrior that she was from another clan. She couldn't resist having a good conversation. This cat looked friendly enough. But then again, everyone looked friendly to Cloudrain.

lone
April 13th, 2017, 11:35 PM
Paws thudded softly along the ground as Cloudrain skipped to the border. Yes. Skipped. The she-cat was rather optimistic. More optimistic than the average cat. She always tried to see the positive side of things and refused to look on the bad side. Some times, this meant she tended to neglect problems in life, only to realise that there really was a problem only when things had gotten very bad. It became a bit of a problem at times, although Cloudrain had managed to solve problems before, surely she could continue to do that? The silver tabby had no plans to change her ways, she was perfectly fine with the way she was. After all, why would anyone ever want to completely change the way they were? Cloudrain had been living with this personality from the day she had been born! And being exact, that was thirty three moons. No, she was happy the way she was. She would change for anyone. That wouldn't make her unique anymore, and she loved being unique. That's why she was special. And it wasn't just her, everyone was special in their own way.


Cloudrain was quickly brought out of her thoughts as she slowed to a halt. She had reached the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan. The silver tabby quite liked the border. It was peaceful, well, except for the occasional border skirmishes between the two clans. Other than that, this was a pretty nice place. It was one of her favourite places to visit in fact. There weren't many places that could beat this border. She loved it. It was the place she went to when she just felt like calming down. Although she rarely ever wanted to calm down. She was happy being bubbly. But she just liked to visit this place anyway. It was a beautiful place and she liked to sit down and admire the nature. It was rather rare that she ran into other cats at the border. If she did, she tried to start up a nice conversation with them. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. It was simply a matter of whether the cat was going to be hostile towards a cat like her. Most were, after all, you can't just ignore the fact that she's from an opposing clan.


Looking around the see if there were any cat around, her icy blue gaze quickly found the pelt of a ThunderClan tom. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully as she padded up to him. It really didn't seem to matter to the warrior that she was from another clan. She couldn't resist having a good conversation. This cat looked friendly enough. But then again, everyone looked friendly to Cloudrain.
The fur along Falconclaw's spine began to bristle, but a moment later a smile broke out across his maw. The she cat was so cheerful it was almost impossible for him not to smile. Some called Falconclaw heartless and someone without any sense of fun, but he didn't think so. On the contrary, Falconclaw was quite good at opening up, loosening up, and all that stuff. But the tom could be quite friendly, especially around cats that it was so easy to be friendly around. Like this RiverClan cat. But, remembering that she was on the other side of the border-- the tom instantly drew back, the smile fading from his maw almost as suddenly as it had appeared. Instead of a friendly expression, one of disgust replaced it. "Okay look. You need something, fine. You don't need anything, don't talk to me." His expression became more frustrated. Once again, his fur began to bristle. He wasn't too fond of cats from other Clans-- sure, RiverClan wasn't as bad as ShadowClan, but he still didn't like them.
 
And, it made him nervous when any cat from another Clan approached him. What did they want? Were they going to hurt him? Kill him? Annoy him? Those were the only three possibilities in his mind. And, he wasn't fond of any of them. However, Cloudrain didn't seem to have any harm in mind. She simply looked like she had been searching for a friendly conversation. Which Falconclaw had just denied her. Sighing, he shifted his weight after a moment and looked down at his paws. "Look, that was rude. I'm... Falconclaw. And you are?" He asked after a moment. Surely one conversation wasn't going to hurt. Besides-- the friendly ones never meant much harm. Not unless they were manipulators, and after all... Cloudrain didn't strike him as the type of cat to be a manipulator. Look at her expression! Her posture. Her voice. None of them seemed to scream 'I'm tricking you,' but then again, they weren't necessarily supposed to. While it annoyed the tom that not all foreigners were out for blood, he supposed it was a good thing as well.
 
After all-- the Clans were in a time of peace right now. Peace was good. At least, that was his opinion on it-- the old leaders? Not so much, it would appear. They had thrust the Clan into a time of violence. A time that had had Falconclaw confused. He'd fought for the right side, he was still certain of that. And now they were getting another new leader... because Gyrestar was resigning. Good riddance. He thought with a snort, although he knew it was wrong. Gyrestar was-- no, had been-- their leader. Up until a short while ago any thought along those lines would have been enough to have him angry with himself. But now? Nah, he was okay with it. Falconclaw often had mutinous thoughts against his clanmates. He wasn't really a fan of Snowsong either, or Wheatfur... it seemed the whole hiarchy of the Clan were cats that Falconclaw didn't like. Too bad he wouldn't be deputy. That much he was sure of, he was pretty sure that Snowsong didn't trust him too much.
 
Staring at the cat across from him, a smile once again formed itself on Falconclaw's features. She was the most cheerful cat he'd seen in a long time. Smiling faces had been all around ThunderClan, sure, but those cats kept to their own little groups. Their own little areas. Ugh, it was frustrating. And, while Falconclaw was just as guilty as the next cat, he was still annoyed by this. He wondered if things were the same in RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and... AirClan? CloudClan? No, no, no, SkyClan. SkyClan, that was it. Thank goodness he wasn't looking at a SkyClan cat right now, that would be embarassing. Feeling just a bit awkward as he realized there probably wasn't much common ground between the two, Falconclaw shifted his weight again. The only way to get to know anything about her was to ask questions. And hey, maybe find something out about her Clan in the process. "Uh... so, how are things in, uh... RiverClan?" He asked with an awkward smile on his maw.

Darky
April 14th, 2017, 08:47 AM
Stoneclaw stood by the border waiting for something to happened or someone to cross the border.
"Quiet,Too quiet to be good"stoneclaw said wondering what is happening.

Empress Of Evil
April 14th, 2017, 09:18 PM
The fur along Falconclaw's spine began to bristle, but a moment later a smile broke out across his maw. The she cat was so cheerful it was almost impossible for him not to smile. Some called Falconclaw heartless and someone without any sense of fun, but he didn't think so. On the contrary, Falconclaw was quite good at opening up, loosening up, and all that stuff. But the tom could be quite friendly, especially around cats that it was so easy to be friendly around. Like this RiverClan cat. But, remembering that she was on the other side of the border-- the tom instantly drew back, the smile fading from his maw almost as suddenly as it had appeared. Instead of a friendly expression, one of disgust replaced it. "Okay look. You need something, fine. You don't need anything, don't talk to me." His expression became more frustrated. Once again, his fur began to bristle. He wasn't too fond of cats from other Clans-- sure, RiverClan wasn't as bad as ShadowClan, but he still didn't like them.
 
And, it made him nervous when any cat from another Clan approached him. What did they want? Were they going to hurt him? Kill him? Annoy him? Those were the only three possibilities in his mind. And, he wasn't fond of any of them. However, Cloudrain didn't seem to have any harm in mind. She simply looked like she had been searching for a friendly conversation. Which Falconclaw had just denied her. Sighing, he shifted his weight after a moment and looked down at his paws. "Look, that was rude. I'm... Falconclaw. And you are?" He asked after a moment. Surely one conversation wasn't going to hurt. Besides-- the friendly ones never meant much harm. Not unless they were manipulators, and after all... Cloudrain didn't strike him as the type of cat to be a manipulator. Look at her expression! Her posture. Her voice. None of them seemed to scream 'I'm tricking you,' but then again, they weren't necessarily supposed to. While it annoyed the tom that not all foreigners were out for blood, he supposed it was a good thing as well.
 
After all-- the Clans were in a time of peace right now. Peace was good. At least, that was his opinion on it-- the old leaders? Not so much, it would appear. They had thrust the Clan into a time of violence. A time that had had Falconclaw confused. He'd fought for the right side, he was still certain of that. And now they were getting another new leader... because Gyrestar was resigning. Good riddance. He thought with a snort, although he knew it was wrong. Gyrestar was-- no, had been-- their leader. Up until a short while ago any thought along those lines would have been enough to have him angry with himself. But now? Nah, he was okay with it. Falconclaw often had mutinous thoughts against his clanmates. He wasn't really a fan of Snowsong either, or Wheatfur... it seemed the whole hiarchy of the Clan were cats that Falconclaw didn't like. Too bad he wouldn't be deputy. That much he was sure of, he was pretty sure that Snowsong didn't trust him too much.
 
Staring at the cat across from him, a smile once again formed itself on Falconclaw's features. She was the most cheerful cat he'd seen in a long time. Smiling faces had been all around ThunderClan, sure, but those cats kept to their own little groups. Their own little areas. Ugh, it was frustrating. And, while Falconclaw was just as guilty as the next cat, he was still annoyed by this. He wondered if things were the same in RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and... AirClan? CloudClan? No, no, no, SkyClan. SkyClan, that was it. Thank goodness he wasn't looking at a SkyClan cat right now, that would be embarassing. Feeling just a bit awkward as he realized there probably wasn't much common ground between the two, Falconclaw shifted his weight again. The only way to get to know anything about her was to ask questions. And hey, maybe find something out about her Clan in the process. "Uh... so, how are things in, uh... RiverClan?" He asked with an awkward smile on his maw.


Cloudrain patiently awaited the tom's response. In the mean time, she decided to study at him. Looking at him, he looked like a kind cat. Surely he wouldn't be one of those cats who would start shooting back hostile insults? However, Cloudrain always seemed to be the one to think positive. She didn't like to think badly of others. She always seemed to believe that everyone had at least some good in them, whether they expressed it, or they didn't. Either way there must be something. Right? Seeing that the tom hadn't replied yet, the silver tabby took her time to take a seat. Considering that she was here to have a conversation, she might as well sit down, she didn't want her paws getting sore. After all, what good would that do? Cloudrain hated having sore pads, it was just annoying for her. They were one of the few things that really seemed to annoy her. She didn't like having to go see the medicine cat either. It wasn't that she didn't like Geckoleaf, she just didn't want the medicine cat to waste her time on a cat like her. There were cats that needed the medicine cat's attention more than she did.

However, Cloudrain was taken aback by his rude response, her smile even dropping ever so slightly. Why did he seem so snappy? Was he okay? Was something bothering him? Maybe she should ask if he was okay. Or, maybe she should answer his question. After all, it would be rude to ignore a question. There were so many thoughts and ideas going through her head, which one should she obey? The silver warrior was often confusing herself with the many thoughts that went through her head. Her mind was very creative and she always had so many ideas. The only problem was that she could never figure out which on to choose. After a while of silence, Cloudrain decided on her response. "I do need something! A nice chat!" Cloudrain replied cheerfully, her wide grin growing on her maw once again. This was the power of her optimism. She purposely took away all the negatives and replied with something positive. It was like she hadn't even noticed his sour tone. Even though she had. When the silver tabby she-cat had spoken, there had been no traces of sarcasm. It was all genuine. Despite the fact that it would've been a sarcastic comment if it was someone else. But this wasn't 'someone else'. This was Cloudrain.

"I'm Cloudrain!" the silver tabby quickly replied. The thing also known as 'stranger danger' didn't seem to matter to Cloudrain. From the moment that Cloudrain had learnt how to talk, she had been introducing herself to every cat that she spoke to. No matter their rank, their personality, their clan. They were all just friendly cats to her. That was the way that Cloudrain had learnt to live life. Although, it wasn't really something that someone had taught her, it was just something that had caught on to her as a kit and it had stuck with her ever since. Just see the great things that life has to offer. Live your life to the fullest before you can't. Her icy blue gaze flickered to the sky momentarily before looking back down. There were mistakes in her life that she deeply regretted, but she had learnt to just move on. Sometimes, the silver tabby wondered what it would be like to live in StarClan. Did you have to experience pain? Was it sad to watch your family and friends below? Having a great time with their life? There were many things that the she-cat wanted to know about StarClan, but she wasn't ready to die yet. She still had a long life ahead of her.

The silver tabby seemed to be taking no notice of his awkwardness. She wasn't one to judge. And honestly, Cloudrain didn't care one bit if others were judging her. She wasn't a hypocrite and just kept to thinking positively. "Hmm? Oh, things are great in RiverClan!" Cloudrain replied enthusiastically. Everything was absolutely fine. Her best friends were doing a great job of leading the clan and prey was becoming more plentiful. Things had been much better since SkyClan had come along. It still amazed her how one clan had managed to free four of evil. What amazed her even more was the fact that there was a fifth clan. She had only ever thought that there were only four clans, nothing more. Also knowing that Bucknight was gone was a great relief to Cloudrain. Whilst she might think positively of everyone, no matter how hard she had tried, she couldn't find herself liking anything about the evil leader. Everything about him was cruel and harsh. It had sent shivers down her spine.

Bandido
April 16th, 2017, 11:02 PM
[Owlpaw]

Moonpaw padded behind her mentor, thrushwing who was leading her to the most plentiful hunting lands of thunderclan. Moonpaw could smell all types of prey and even a few dead things. Thrushwing suddenly stopped which made moonpaw bump into him. "Sorry thrushwing, I wasn't looking where I was going."
She apologized as her mentor stepped to the side and motioned his tail to come closer.

Moonpaw padded forward as thrushwing turned around and stood tall in front of her. "You will catch two mice and for extra, a third if your able." Thrushwing said to moonpaw.

Moonpaw felt excited that she would hunt today, since she would fight the other apprentices and would win almost a lot.

"I will not fail you!" She exclaimed and she sprinted away, hoping to find not two, but three mice! As she ran through the forest, she crossed a log to get in the other side of the river.
But what she didn't realize, was that she was crossing riverclan borders. When she reached the other side, moonpaw could not find much mice at all, and to put things on top of that, she was lost as well.
'Where's thrushwing when you need him?'

Serendipity
April 17th, 2017, 09:52 PM
[Owlpaw]

Moonpaw padded behind her mentor, thrushwing who was leading her to the most plentiful hunting lands of thunderclan. Moonpaw could smell all types of prey and even a few dead things. Thrushwing suddenly stopped which made moonpaw bump into him. "Sorry thrushwing, I wasn't looking where I was going."
She apologized as her mentor stepped to the side and motioned his tail to come closer.

Moonpaw padded forward as thrushwing turned around and stood tall in front of her. "You will catch two mice and for extra, a third if your able." Thrushwing said to moonpaw.

Moonpaw felt excited that she would hunt today, since she would fight the other apprentices and would win almost a lot.

"I will not fail you!" She exclaimed and she sprinted away, hoping to find not two, but three mice! As she ran through the forest, she crossed a log to get in the other side of the river.
But what she didn't realize, was that she was crossing riverclan borders. When she reached the other side, moonpaw could not find much mice at all, and to put things on top of that, she was lost as well.
'Where's thrushwing when you need him?'

Owlpaw crept out of the shadows, gently stalking a mouse. As it went over the border, he shrugged and pressed on. He stalked on it and began to chew it, obviously trespassing.

Bandido
April 17th, 2017, 10:40 PM
Owlpaw crept out of the shadows, gently stalking a mouse. As it went over the border, he shrugged and pressed on. He stalked on it and began to chew it, obviously trespassing.

Moonpaw stalked on, not knowing where she was even going until she finally figured out that she could just follow the sound of rushing water. And now she felt completely stupid since that could've been done a while ago. Moonpaw soon found the river and crossed the very same log and tried to look for prey in her own territory.

She noticed a scent she could not recognize or familiarized herself with. She followed the scent and eventually saw another cat, around her age and instantly instincts come in. She leaped from the bushes and tried to attack, and mid air, she could now smell him clearly, a riverclan cat was in thunderclan territory.

lone
April 18th, 2017, 09:22 AM
Cloudrain patiently awaited the tom's response. In the mean time, she decided to study at him. Looking at him, he looked like a kind cat. Surely he wouldn't be one of those cats who would start shooting back hostile insults? However, Cloudrain always seemed to be the one to think positive. She didn't like to think badly of others. She always seemed to believe that everyone had at least some good in them, whether they expressed it, or they didn't. Either way there must be something. Right? Seeing that the tom hadn't replied yet, the silver tabby took her time to take a seat. Considering that she was here to have a conversation, she might as well sit down, she didn't want her paws getting sore. After all, what good would that do? Cloudrain hated having sore pads, it was just annoying for her. They were one of the few things that really seemed to annoy her. She didn't like having to go see the medicine cat either. It wasn't that she didn't like Geckoleaf, she just didn't want the medicine cat to waste her time on a cat like her. There were cats that needed the medicine cat's attention more than she did.


However, Cloudrain was taken aback by his rude response, her smile even dropping ever so slightly. Why did he seem so snappy? Was he okay? Was something bothering him? Maybe she should ask if he was okay. Or, maybe she should answer his question. After all, it would be rude to ignore a question. There were so many thoughts and ideas going through her head, which one should she obey? The silver warrior was often confusing herself with the many thoughts that went through her head. Her mind was very creative and she always had so many ideas. The only problem was that she could never figure out which on to choose. After a while of silence, Cloudrain decided on her response. "I do need something! A nice chat!" Cloudrain replied cheerfully, her wide grin growing on her maw once again. This was the power of her optimism. She purposely took away all the negatives and replied with something positive. It was like she hadn't even noticed his sour tone. Even though she had. When the silver tabby she-cat had spoken, there had been no traces of sarcasm. It was all genuine. Despite the fact that it would've been a sarcastic comment if it was someone else. But this wasn't 'someone else'. This was Cloudrain.

"I'm Cloudrain!" the silver tabby quickly replied. The thing also known as 'stranger danger' didn't seem to matter to Cloudrain. From the moment that Cloudrain had learnt how to talk, she had been introducing herself to every cat that she spoke to. No matter their rank, their personality, their clan. They were all just friendly cats to her. That was the way that Cloudrain had learnt to live life. Although, it wasn't really something that someone had taught her, it was just something that had caught on to her as a kit and it had stuck with her ever since. Just see the great things that life has to offer. Live your life to the fullest before you can't. Her icy blue gaze flickered to the sky momentarily before looking back down. There were mistakes in her life that she deeply regretted, but she had learnt to just move on. Sometimes, the silver tabby wondered what it would be like to live in StarClan. Did you have to experience pain? Was it sad to watch your family and friends below? Having a great time with their life? There were many things that the she-cat wanted to know about StarClan, but she wasn't ready to die yet. She still had a long life ahead of her.


The silver tabby seemed to be taking no notice of his awkwardness. She wasn't one to judge. And honestly, Cloudrain didn't care one bit if others were judging her. She wasn't a hypocrite and just kept to thinking positively. "Hmm? Oh, things are great in RiverClan!" Cloudrain replied enthusiastically. Everything was absolutely fine. Her best friends were doing a great job of leading the clan and prey was becoming more plentiful. Things had been much better since SkyClan had come along. It still amazed her how one clan had managed to free four of evil. What amazed her even more was the fact that there was a fifth clan. She had only ever thought that there were only four clans, nothing more. Also knowing that Bucknight was gone was a great relief to Cloudrain. Whilst she might think positively of everyone, no matter how hard she had tried, she couldn't find herself liking anything about the evil leader. Everything about him was cruel and harsh. It had sent shivers down her spine.
Huh. So, his rude attitude hadn't scared the feline away. Apparently RiverClan cats were either braver or stupider then he thought. At least, this one was. But no one was dumb enough to miss the bristling fur on the back of his spine, so Falconclaw concluded that the feline must be just plain brave. An admirable trait, but one that Falconclaw had found was all too easy to rid other cats of. After all, not everyone could be brave all the time. Especially cats who desperately wanted you to think that they were. Falconclaw had found it was all too easy to expose weak spots in those cats. Still, by the way she was smiling and talking on, he came to the conclusion that she wasn't brave, nor stupid. She was just cheerful. An optimist. The type of cat he hadn't met in a long, long time. And, the last cat he would expect to see from over the border. The smell of RiverClan, a musky scent hanging in the air and one that was not at all like ThunderClan's, bothered the tom.

But he couldn't blame her. It wasn't her fault she lived in such a bad Clan. Though, that was his outlook on pretty much every other Clan. RiverClan's smell was so strong, he would never-- ever-- be able to deal with it. ShadowClan was not to be trusted, whatsoever, at any time. WindClan was weak. Very, very weak... he hated the Clan quite a bit. And SkyClan? What did they really know about the newest Clan? For all he knew, they could be another Dusk Syndicate, or a place that was full of cats like Ratnight; not that he minded; but he did mind the fact that they could just be sitting, waiting, waiting their chance to take over the Clans. They had single-handedly fought against leaders before. Couldn't they do so again? It wouldn't be that hard, Falconclaw had often thought about it... but he was satisfied enough. Except, he really didn't like Snowstar that much. Fennelnose was alright, she was older, had enough experience... but Snowstar? The former deputy, now leader, was just a little over half his age.
 
Half his age! And yet, she was leader. Thank goodness she had an older deputy, otherwise, things could go downhill very quickly. Crash and burn, so to speak. Suddenly remembering that he wasn't alone at the border, Falconclaw's hues strayed back to the she cat before him. She was alright. Probably hadn't been a supporter of her leader before... who was it that had taken command? He had no idea. Whoever it was, he knew it wasn't Bucknight. Falconclaw didn't listen to a lot of the gossip going around, as a matter of fact, he ignored it. He certainly wouldn't be involved in the latest talks about the new leader. Though he was all too knowledgeable on the goings-on in his own clan. And, at the moment, he didn't approve of a single cat that was in the High Ranks. Though, it wasn't his choice to approve or disapprove of them. It was StarClan's; and while that name struck hatred into Falconclaw's heart towards SkyClan, there was nothing he could do about it.
 
He supported StarClan! He did! He just... felt like leaders should be taken by them, not forced to give up their leadership by some random cat. Like Gyrestar... Falconclaw hadn't liked him at all. Too playful. Not serious enough. And if anything, he figured Snowstar would be worse. Too young, too inexperienced... what was she supposed to do? Just learn on the go? And, to make matters worse, now she'd taken on a mate. That was the little bit of gossip that Falconclaw had heard, the little bit that he hated more then anything else. It wasn't right! Not so soon. But, again, there was nothing he could do about it, and he would have to just sit back and wait. Watch. Wait for a time to come when leadership would be a little more... strong. He wasn't sure how much of the Clan supported Snowstar and Fennelnose, but he was confident older warriors... perhaps some supporters of Ratnight, who knew?-- cats who had grown up during the time when Ashstar was leader, like himself, probably would prefer more experienced warriors to be leading their Clan.
 
At least more serious ones. "Uh, ah, well it's nice to meet you, Cloudrain." Uncertain what to do with such a friendly cat, and suddenly remembering once more that she was still there, the tom shifted his weight. His expression was worried, eyes flitting from one side to another. Was it really nice to meet her? Or would he rather be somewhere else? He couldn't answer that himself, so he sincerely doubted she would be able to. Her next words put a scowl in his mind and a false smile on his features. If things were going so well, they would probably be around for a long time to come. Pity. He didn't really want the other Clans around at all, though if everyone in them was as naive and seemingly trusting as Cloudrain, he shouldn't be too worried about competition. If only the old leaders were back. While everything they had done, he hadn't approved of... most things had been justifiable. He understood why, and he appreciated that they actually cared for their Clans.
 
"Oh. That's-- good, things are going well in ThunderClan too." It wasn't really a lie. With green-leaf beginning to warm up, and prey beginning to venture out of their holes more, or heading back, away from the warmer areas... there would soon be an abundance of prey. It would be well-appreciated after leaf-bare. And, he was sure the new leader was grateful. After a moment, he glanced back up at Cloudrain. With her type of personality he sincerely doubted she had liked it under Bucknight's rule. Still, couldn't do much harm to ask. "This could be a bit of a personal question." Like, really personal. "And you don't have to answer." I won't appreciate it, but you don't. "But, what did you think about Bucknight?" In his own Clan, opinions were spread out as though no one cared what others thought of them. Now, at least... even old supporters were sharing their thoughts when opening up to each other began to happen more and more often. Awaiting her answer, Falconclaw continued to shift his weight... he felt just the slightest bit uncomfortable. After all, that might have been a personal question... and she had the opportunity here to make him feel quite stupid. His question was: would she take it?

Serendipity
April 18th, 2017, 05:39 PM
Moonpaw stalked on, not knowing where she was even going until she finally figured out that she could just follow the sound of rushing water. And now she felt completely stupid since that could've been done a while ago. Moonpaw soon found the river and crossed the very same log and tried to look for prey in her own territory.

She noticed a scent she could not recognize or familiarized herself with. She followed the scent and eventually saw another cat, around her age and instantly instincts come in. She leaped from the bushes and tried to attack, and mid air, she could now smell him clearly, a riverclan cat was in thunderclan territory.
Owlpaw hissed and stepped away from his kill. "I killed it! That means its mine!" He dragged it over the border, glaring at the newcomer. "What's your problem, anyway?"

Bandido
April 18th, 2017, 06:56 PM
Owlpaw hissed and stepped away from his kill. "I killed it! That means its mine!" He dragged it over the border, glaring at the newcomer. "What's your problem, anyway?"

Moonpaw landed two tail lengths away from the riverclan cat, and neated her claws in the ground.
"You crossed thunderclan border, I don't care if that mouse ran over here, it was officially thunderclan's!"
She hissed.

Her tail moved frantically in frustration with the intruder.
"Don't do it again, mousebrain, or you're crowfood!"
She threatened, partly bluffing.

Serendipity
April 18th, 2017, 07:04 PM
Moonpaw landed two tail lengths away from the riverclan cat, and neated her claws in the ground.
"You crossed thunderclan border, I don't care if that mouse ran over here, it was officially thunderclan's!"
She hissed.

Her tail moved frantically in frustration with the intruder.
"Don't do it again, mousebrain, or you're crowfood!"
She threatened, partly bluffing.
He smirked and stepped over the border. "I'm easily a a kit-length taller than you" He shook his butt in her face and climbed up a tree. "Thunderclan cats are small, you know?"

Bandido
April 18th, 2017, 07:18 PM
He smirked and stepped over the border. "I'm easily a a kit-length taller than you" He shook his butt in her face and climbed up a tree. "Thunderclan cats are small, you know?"

Moonpaw hissed and climbed up the tree and slammed her body against the cat, to try and knock him off. "We maybe a tad bit smaller but we're faster and smarter then riverclan, your called riverclan cause you're as dumb as a fish!" She quickly said while doing the action.

Serendipity
April 20th, 2017, 05:22 PM
Moonpaw hissed and climbed up the tree and slammed her body against the cat, to try and knock him off. "We maybe a tad bit smaller but we're faster and smarter then riverclan, your called riverclan cause you're as dumb as a fish!" She quickly said while doing the action.
Owlpaw kicked her, watching as the cat crunched herself into a heap. "Excuse me? One of us learned to speak twoleg!" Stupid thunderclan

Bandido
April 20th, 2017, 05:35 PM
Owlpaw kicked her, watching as the cat crunched herself into a heap. "Excuse me? One of us learned to speak twoleg!" Stupid thunderclan

Moonpaw tumbled down the tree landed on the ground, since she did not climb the tree as high, she did not have enough time to land in her paws.
She landed on her back and a yowl of pain came came from her. But the tree was high enough, so.it could hurt if fallen.

She turned her body over and hunched her back. The pain was still there and left her not moving.

Teza
April 20th, 2017, 06:46 PM
fenic!

It was simple hunting. Mice, voles, small birds, they all should have been easy prey for Ratpaw. Granted, he was only just learning to hunt. He didn't really know why he was without his mentor, but he didn't mind. It was peaceful, quiet even. He liked it. There had to be prey nearby, however. 'I wonder what Ratnight did when he was my age,' he thought. He hoped he'd figure out how to get to the dark forest soon. He couldn't wait to start his training there. 'Maybe they're trying to decide on a good mentor for me,' he thought, pride flowing through the toyger tom. He drank in the scents around him, and realized how close he was to the Riverclan border. 'Maybe I'll come across a Riverclan warrior,' he thought. There was no way he'd be able to take a warrior, but he likely could outrun them, and if they chased him through the forest, he could maybe get Thunderclan to go to war with Riverclan. That would be fun. The current peace was nauseating, but it had to stay for a while longer. 'Just until I become a warrior. Then the Dark Forest will back me in taking over Thunderclan. They must, and I will succeed,' he thought, an evil grin forming on his normally stoic face. It would happen, and Ratpaw would make certain of it.

Serendipity
April 20th, 2017, 07:34 PM
Moonpaw tumbled down the tree landed on the ground, since she did not climb the tree as high, she did not have enough time to land in her paws.
She landed on her back and a yowl of pain came came from her. But the tree was high enough, so.it could hurt if fallen.

She turned her body over and hunched her back. The pain was still there and left her not moving.
He squeaked, running down the tree "Are you ok? Oh my starclan..." I've killed it!

Bandido
April 20th, 2017, 08:46 PM
He squeaked, running down the tree "Are you ok? Oh my starclan..." I've killed it!

The pain slowly stopped, and she rolled over and looked at the the cat. "I'm not dead!" She said while getting back up and licking her back, out of instinct.
Reconsidering her attacks, she looked back at him.
"What's your name anyway?"

Serendipity
April 21st, 2017, 08:03 PM
The pain slowly stopped, and she rolled over and looked at the the cat. "I'm not dead!" She said while getting back up and licking her back, out of instinct.
Reconsidering her attacks, she looked back at him.
"What's your name anyway?"
He started to cautiously step down. "Uh, I'm CuteHandsomeAmazingTotallyTheBestPaw." He grinned "Just kidding. I'm Owlpaw, soon to be Owlcricket"

Bracken12
April 21st, 2017, 08:45 PM
Silnetshade pondered the last few days as she licked her silky gray tail. Strange things had been going on every where,in all the clans not just her precious Riverclan. She told her best friends that she was going for a small swim, just to clear her head from all the thoughts swimming like fish inside." I wish things would turn to normal, I know the leaders of the clans do too, and most likely the medicine cats do." she sighed as she watched the river swirl around her silvery white paws." It's logical really, the more jumpy the clans the more fights and the more fights the more wounds that need tending!" She then giggled as a minnow nibbled at her paw. Silentshade pounced, and letting the minnow get away, pounced again; this time catching it. " Life, no matter how crazy, always ends up fine in the end!"

Wolvesregion
April 21st, 2017, 08:46 PM
Salmonrush was watching the border, flexing his claws. He looked over at the cat playing with the minnows. "What brings you to the border?" He asked dipping a paw in the water.

Bracken12
April 21st, 2017, 08:57 PM
Salmonrush was watching the border, flexing his claws. He looked over at the cat playing with the minnows. "What brings you to the border?" He asked dipping a paw in the water.
Silentshade looked up in surprise, she hadn't heard the new cat come up! " I needed to clear my head, chasing minnows is the perfect distraction, don't you think?" She chased a few minnows in his direction and watched delighted as he scooped a couple up with his paw. " so what's your name?" She asked, just merely curious. " Salmonrush," the other cat said as he coolly licked his paw. " So, I told you my name, why don't you tell me yours?" Silentshade stammered a bit in shock. " My name? Oh yes! My name is Silentshade, an honor to meet to meet you Salmonrush!"

monfang
April 21st, 2017, 08:58 PM
The little black and orange kit ran around, laughing and giggling as she chased a flower. Her blue hues shone brightly with play and mischief as she had snuck out of the nursery. "I got you now!" he yowled and pounced, but fell into the river. She came up, sputtering. "HELP!" she meowed.

Wolvesregion
April 21st, 2017, 09:04 PM
Silentshade looked up in surprise, she hadn't heard the new cat come up! " I needed to clear my head, chasing minnows is the perfect distraction, don't you think?" She chased a few minnows in his direction and watched delighted as he scooped a couple up with his paw. " so what's your name?" She asked, just merely curious. " Salmonrush," the other cat said as he coolly licked his paw. " So, I told you my name, why don't you tell me yours?" Silentshade stammered a bit in shock. " My name? Oh yes! My name is Silentshade, an honor to meet to meet you Salmonrush!"
(That was a cool scene, but please don't rp my cat for me)

"Nice to meet you too." He smiled slightly, Thunderclan scent filled his nose. There was a kit at the border. "I'm Bloodkit!" She meowed and sneezed. "How cute! But you shouldn't be out here alone. Want me to take you home sweetheart?" He asked kindly, then looked at Silentshade. "Good to see a fellow warrior." He noticed the other kit fall. He didn't hesitate before jumping in and sailing the water strongly, grabbing the kit scruff and hauler her to the Riverclan side of the border. "Oh my are you hurt!?"

Bracken12
April 21st, 2017, 11:21 PM
(That was a cool scene, but please don't rp my cat for me)

"Nice to meet you too." He smiled slightly, Thunderclan scent filled his nose. There was a kit at the border. "I'm Bloodkit!" She meowed and sneezed. "How cute! But you shouldn't be out here alone. Want me to take you home sweetheart?" He asked kindly, then looked at Silentshade. "Good to see a fellow warrior." He noticed the other kit fall. He didn't hesitate before jumping in and sailing the water strongly, grabbing the kit scruff and hauler her to the Riverclan side of the border. "Oh my are you hurt!?"
Silentshade walked along with Salmonrush and the sweet Thunderclan kit called Bloodkit. The kit had taken a small tumble into the river and if she was cold she didn't complain. " Salmonrush, what in the name of Starclan are we going to do once we get her to home? She'll need to go back to Thunderclan sometime, She's as comfortable in the trees as me and you are in the water!" Though in her heart, Silentshade almost didn't want to give the kit back;she was so sweet and lovable it was hard not to fall for her sweet disposition. " Come on Silentshade, I know you want to keep Bloodkit as your own daughter, but she has a mother in Thunderclan that probably has the Snowstar herself looking for her, you would do the same for your own kits," she rebuked her selfish thoughts. " And besides, Most Thunderclan cats hate getting their pelts wet!"

Wolvesregion
April 22nd, 2017, 06:38 AM
Silentshade walked along with Salmonrush and the sweet Thunderclan kit called Bloodkit. The kit had taken a small tumble into the river and if she was cold she didn't complain. " Salmonrush, what in the name of Starclan are we going to do once we get her to home? She'll need to go back to Thunderclan sometime, She's as comfortable in the trees as me and you are in the water!" Though in her heart, Silentshade almost didn't want to give the kit back;she was so sweet and lovable it was hard not to fall for her sweet disposition. " Come on Silentshade, I know you want to keep Bloodkit as your own daughter, but she has a mother in Thunderclan that probably has the Snowstar herself looking for her, you would do the same for your own kits," she rebuked her selfish thoughts. " And besides, Most Thunderclan cats hate getting their pelts wet!"
"Well, we have to take them back. Hawkwing will kill me if I don't." Salmonrush said. Hawkwing was Bloodkit father, hurt Bloodkit was half riverclan. She had the strong shoulders, the glossy pelt, the long claws. "To tell you the truth I don't think either of these kits have a mother. Bloodkit lost hers to green cough, but I can't smell the cause of no more mom on her." He pointed his nose to the kit, his eyes shining he swam across the border and picked Bloodkit up, he swam back and placed her on the riverclan side.

Bracken12
April 22nd, 2017, 07:26 AM
"Well, we have to take them back. Hawkwing will kill me if I don't." Salmonrush said. Hawkwing was Bloodkit father, hurt Bloodkit was half riverclan. She had the strong shoulders, the glossy pelt, the long claws. "To tell you the truth I don't think either of these kits have a mother. Bloodkit lost hers to green cough, but I can't smell the cause of no more mom on her." He pointed his nose to the kit, his eyes shining he swam across the border and picked Bloodkit up, he swam back and placed her on the riverclan side.
Silentshade looked over the kit, Salmonrush was right the poor kit had lost her mother. " I know how lossing your mother feels,I lost my mother when I was 8 moons old, to a flood in the den we was sleeping at. It feels like you lost your whiskers and can't find them, and that you're stumbling around in the dark," she sighed softly. " Anyways, we need to get Bloodkit home to her father, I'm sure he would be delighted to see her,and maybe he can help us get her back to her home!" And with that statement, she picked Bloodkit up by her scruff and started to walk.

Wolvesregion
April 22nd, 2017, 08:05 AM
Silentshade looked over the kit, Salmonrush was right the poor kit had lost her mother. " I know how lossing your mother feels,I lost my mother when I was 8 moons old, to a flood in the den we was sleeping at. It feels like you lost your whiskers and can't find them, and that you're stumbling around in the dark," she sighed softly. " Anyways, we need to get Bloodkit home to her father, I'm sure he would be delighted to see her,and maybe he can help us get her back to her home!" And with that statement, she picked Bloodkit up by her scruff and started to walk.
The thorns and brambles didn't faze Salmonrush's pelt. He continued to walk, the other kit in his jaws. "Have you ever wondered..... What it would be like to have the blood from each clan?" Salmonrush said unexpectedlyy. "Or why the invisible scent li es matter?" He questioned


Bloodkit squirmed in protest.

Bracken12
April 22nd, 2017, 09:38 AM
The thorns and brambles didn't faze Salmonrush's pelt. He continued to walk, the other kit in his jaws. "Have you ever wondered..... What it would be like to have the blood from each clan?" Salmonrush said unexpectedlyy. "Or why the invisible scent li es matter?" He questioned


Bloodkit squirmed in protest.
"I think it would be harder than normal clan life, always having to prove your loyalty,and what if you had to fight the clan that one of your parents are in? That would be the hardest decision of my life!" Silentshade mewed around Bloodkit's scruff. "And I think that the scent lines matter so that the clans can have what they need, and still have some left over, but I also think that borders are a rather petty thing to fight over. Don't you agree?" She asked. Then, she continued, " I also think that the warrior code stands, no matter who you are or what runs in your blood; But the code is sometimes a thing that needs to be broken, and that all the times that it's been followed out weighs the times it's been trampled over."
Silentshade then laughed, " I sound like Geckoleaf with all this talk about honoring the warrior code, but it does make sense, does it not?"

Wolvesregion
April 22nd, 2017, 10:23 AM
"I think it would be harder than normal clan life, always having to prove your loyalty,and what if you had to fight the clan that one of your parents are in? That would be the hardest decision of my life!" Silentshade mewed around Bloodkit's scruff. "And I think that the scent lines matter so that the clans can have what they need, and still have some left over, but I also think that borders are a rather petty thing to fight over. Don't you agree?" She asked. Then, she continued, " I also think that the warrior code stands, no matter who you are or what runs in your blood; But the code is sometimes a thing that needs to be broken, and that all the times that it's been followed out weighs the times it's been trampled over."
Silentshade then laughed, " I sound like Geckoleaf with all this talk about honoring the warrior code, but it does make sense, does it not?"
"It does make sense!" Salmonrush said cheerfully. "Bloodkit, tell me little one, who was your mother?" He asked. "Viperstrike!" She replied and Salmonrush stopped. Dropping the orange and black kit. " That who died? " he looked in shock.

Bandido
April 22nd, 2017, 12:05 PM
He started to cautiously step down. "Uh, I'm CuteHandsomeAmazingTotallyTheBestPaw." He grinned "Just kidding. I'm Owlpaw, soon to be Owlcricket"

Moonpaw giggled at the cats joke and introduced herself.
"Mines, moonpaw, moondust when I'm a warrior!"
She answered. "Hey, um...sorry for attacking you earlier, riverclan is not allowed here...and."

She said while thinking of the mission thrushwing gave her. "Oh no! I need to catch three mice, and thrushwing is probably looking for me!"

Bracken12
April 22nd, 2017, 02:53 PM
"It does make sense!" Salmonrush said cheerfully. "Bloodkit, tell me little one, who was your mother?" He asked. "Viperstrike!" She replied and Salmonrush stopped. Dropping the orange and black kit. " That who died? " he looked in shock.
" Viperstrike? who was she?" Silentshade wondered aloud when she saw the shocked look on Salmonrush's face. The normally calm warrior was shocked by Viperstrike's death, and personally; that freaked Silentshade out. " Bloodkit, what did your mother look like sweetie?" And to the other kit in Salmonrush's mouth she gently asked. " And who are you, little one?"

Cosmo
April 22nd, 2017, 03:28 PM
Doesong stood at the border staring into the distance. She didn't care if a thunderclan cat saw her. A river clan one would be worse. It hurt her more then anything that she wasn't pure Riverclan but, having a evil mother made it even worse. How could she live like this? She wished she could just curl up in a ball and let all her troubles float away, sadly, that wasn't going to happen.

Wolvesregion
April 22nd, 2017, 04:16 PM
" Viperstrike? who was she?" Silentshade wondered aloud when she saw the shocked look on Salmonrush's face. The normally calm warrior was shocked by Viperstrike's death, and personally; that freaked Silentshade out. " Bloodkit, what did your mother look like sweetie?" And to the other kit in Salmonrush's mouth she gently asked. " And who are you, little one?"
"Viperstrike, was my sister." He meowed softly. "Your holding my kin.."

Bracken12
April 22nd, 2017, 07:15 PM
"Viperstrike, was my sister." He meowed softly. "Your holding my kin.."
"Salmonrush, I'm so sorry,I know what it's like to lose litter mates, I lost my brothers the same day I lost my mother." Silentshade said softly. " And I'm sure that Viperstrike was proud to call you her brother,and her kit's Uncle," then, her blue green eyes clouded. " How are we going to tell Hawkwing, he'll be distraught about Viperstrike, any mate would, and I'm pretty sure that he'd want to tell the kits who he is...." Silentshade then turned to Bloodkit. " Did your mother tell you who your father is little one?" The kit in Salmonrush's mouth shook his head before Bloodkit could answer. " No, Mother just said that our Father lived in another clan, she didn't tell us which one though..." the kit trailed off into silence

Empress Of Evil
April 23rd, 2017, 08:19 PM
Huh. So, his rude attitude hadn't scared the feline away. Apparently RiverClan cats were either braver or stupider then he thought. At least, this one was. But no one was dumb enough to miss the bristling fur on the back of his spine, so Falconclaw concluded that the feline must be just plain brave. An admirable trait, but one that Falconclaw had found was all too easy to rid other cats of. After all, not everyone could be brave all the time. Especially cats who desperately wanted you to think that they were. Falconclaw had found it was all too easy to expose weak spots in those cats. Still, by the way she was smiling and talking on, he came to the conclusion that she wasn't brave, nor stupid. She was just cheerful. An optimist. The type of cat he hadn't met in a long, long time. And, the last cat he would expect to see from over the border. The smell of RiverClan, a musky scent hanging in the air and one that was not at all like ThunderClan's, bothered the tom.

But he couldn't blame her. It wasn't her fault she lived in such a bad Clan. Though, that was his outlook on pretty much every other Clan. RiverClan's smell was so strong, he would never-- ever-- be able to deal with it. ShadowClan was not to be trusted, whatsoever, at any time. WindClan was weak. Very, very weak... he hated the Clan quite a bit. And SkyClan? What did they really know about the newest Clan? For all he knew, they could be another Dusk Syndicate, or a place that was full of cats like Ratnight; not that he minded; but he did mind the fact that they could just be sitting, waiting, waiting their chance to take over the Clans. They had single-handedly fought against leaders before. Couldn't they do so again? It wouldn't be that hard, Falconclaw had often thought about it... but he was satisfied enough. Except, he really didn't like Snowstar that much. Fennelnose was alright, she was older, had enough experience... but Snowstar? The former deputy, now leader, was just a little over half his age.
 
Half his age! And yet, she was leader. Thank goodness she had an older deputy, otherwise, things could go downhill very quickly. Crash and burn, so to speak. Suddenly remembering that he wasn't alone at the border, Falconclaw's hues strayed back to the she cat before him. She was alright. Probably hadn't been a supporter of her leader before... who was it that had taken command? He had no idea. Whoever it was, he knew it wasn't Bucknight. Falconclaw didn't listen to a lot of the gossip going around, as a matter of fact, he ignored it. He certainly wouldn't be involved in the latest talks about the new leader. Though he was all too knowledgeable on the goings-on in his own clan. And, at the moment, he didn't approve of a single cat that was in the High Ranks. Though, it wasn't his choice to approve or disapprove of them. It was StarClan's; and while that name struck hatred into Falconclaw's heart towards SkyClan, there was nothing he could do about it.
 
He supported StarClan! He did! He just... felt like leaders should be taken by them, not forced to give up their leadership by some random cat. Like Gyrestar... Falconclaw hadn't liked him at all. Too playful. Not serious enough. And if anything, he figured Snowstar would be worse. Too young, too inexperienced... what was she supposed to do? Just learn on the go? And, to make matters worse, now she'd taken on a mate. That was the little bit of gossip that Falconclaw had heard, the little bit that he hated more then anything else. It wasn't right! Not so soon. But, again, there was nothing he could do about it, and he would have to just sit back and wait. Watch. Wait for a time to come when leadership would be a little more... strong. He wasn't sure how much of the Clan supported Snowstar and Fennelnose, but he was confident older warriors... perhaps some supporters of Ratnight, who knew?-- cats who had grown up during the time when Ashstar was leader, like himself, probably would prefer more experienced warriors to be leading their Clan.
 
At least more serious ones. "Uh, ah, well it's nice to meet you, Cloudrain." Uncertain what to do with such a friendly cat, and suddenly remembering once more that she was still there, the tom shifted his weight. His expression was worried, eyes flitting from one side to another. Was it really nice to meet her? Or would he rather be somewhere else? He couldn't answer that himself, so he sincerely doubted she would be able to. Her next words put a scowl in his mind and a false smile on his features. If things were going so well, they would probably be around for a long time to come. Pity. He didn't really want the other Clans around at all, though if everyone in them was as naive and seemingly trusting as Cloudrain, he shouldn't be too worried about competition. If only the old leaders were back. While everything they had done, he hadn't approved of... most things had been justifiable. He understood why, and he appreciated that they actually cared for their Clans.
 
"Oh. That's-- good, things are going well in ThunderClan too." It wasn't really a lie. With green-leaf beginning to warm up, and prey beginning to venture out of their holes more, or heading back, away from the warmer areas... there would soon be an abundance of prey. It would be well-appreciated after leaf-bare. And, he was sure the new leader was grateful. After a moment, he glanced back up at Cloudrain. With her type of personality he sincerely doubted she had liked it under Bucknight's rule. Still, couldn't do much harm to ask. "This could be a bit of a personal question." Like, really personal. "And you don't have to answer." I won't appreciate it, but you don't. "But, what did you think about Bucknight?" In his own Clan, opinions were spread out as though no one cared what others thought of them. Now, at least... even old supporters were sharing their thoughts when opening up to each other began to happen more and more often. Awaiting her answer, Falconclaw continued to shift his weight... he felt just the slightest bit uncomfortable. After all, that might have been a personal question... and she had the opportunity here to make him feel quite stupid. His question was: would she take it?


Brave and stupid. Neither word would exactly define Cloudrain. Not in this situation anyway. The she-cat wasn’t stupid. Obviously, she made those stupid mistakes that everyone made once in awhile, but other than that she was a generally stupid free cat. Brave? Well, brave might not be quite the word to describe her. The RiverClan warrior was more so….oblivious. She was oblivious to quite a few things, not seeming to think before she did something. This was often putting her in rather tight situations, however Cloudrain took no notice of this. Being the kind of cat that somehow managed to turn something difficult into something positive, the she-cat just kept her smile up and searched for anything that could help her. It was dangerous and rather risky, but it seemed to work. As long as she had a smile on, Cloudrain was okay. She was fine and she wasn’t stressed out. The warrior didn’t normally experience anything like stress, sadness or anger. She was just too….happy. The tabby was also rather naive. She trusted others easily and didn’t see bad in anyone, although exceptions were sometimes made. Cloudrain was innocent and trusting, something that some cats seemed to take advantage of. And, she always fell for it. Although, the she-cat wasn’t completely idiotic. She would always eventually work out that something suspicious was going on and she would kind of just walk off and stop hanging out with that cat. Seeing as Cloudrain wasn’t really the type to go confront someone about taking advantage of her trusting nature, so that was really the best plan that she had. And it was one that she was happy to stick to. The silver tabby had no intentions on coming up with a new plan any time soon. She didn’t need to. While cats did tend to manipulate her, it didn’t happy all that often. Just once in awhile. The she-cat could never tell when it was going to happen, considering she couldn’t tell the future, but she knew it would eventually happen at some point.

While the tom in front of her didn’t know who was RiverClan’s current leader, Cloudrain was well aware that ThunderClan had recently had a new leader step up. Snowstar? Wasn’t that her name? About a moon ago, the silver tabby had heard that a new deputy name Snowsong had been appointed. On a border patrol a few days ago, Cloudrain had heard some ThunderClan warriors talking about a new leader. It made the she-cat wonder, what happened to Gyrestar? Had he stepped down? Left the clan? Or had he died? Despite the fact that the tomcat was from another cat, that didn’t mean that she hoped that he had died. Cloudrain hated death, it was such a depressing thing and it hardly ever did anyone any good. And thinking about it, Gyrestar had only reigned for a short amount of time. Or had it really been that short? The she-cat couldn’t really tell. The moons always seemed to whip by so quickly for the warrior. Each day passed like a blur and Cloudrain could never be very certain with how long something had been going on for.

There were so many questions that were constantly going through the she-cats head. She was a cat filled with curiosity and interest in almost everything. If one were to venture into her mind, they would find themselves in a land of confusion. There were just so many ideas, suggestions and questions going through her mind that not even Cloudrain knew how she managed to keep up with it all. She enjoyed searching for her answers although had a habit of getting bored of something and quickly moving on. With so many things in the world to explore, the she-cat was always having problems with sticking to just one thing and completing that before moving on to yet another thing. The tabby warrior just couldn’t sit still and she needed to have lots of things to do. That was how she lived through her life and how she powered herself through each day. She had endless bundles of energy, and all she needed was an endless supply of interest. Having interest in something was Cloudrain’s way of using her energy. After all, if she had too much energy at the end of the day, she would then be struggling to sleep, and despite her bouncy nature, she really liked sleeping. It was a time where the warrior could just rest her paws and put her mind at peace.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” Cloudrain replied with a large amount of enthusiasm. If this were anyone else saying this, most would’ve assumed that they were just saying this as an act of politeness. However, this wasn’t ‘anyone else’. This was Cloudrain. The majority of things that this she-cat said were genuine and not for the sake of good manners. She was an honest cat and didn’t like telling a lie. For the sake of keeping up a positive mood, she would tell a white lie for the sake a happiness and hope, but other than that, she didn’t lie. Why didn’t she like lying? Well who did? What was the point in lying? For Cloudrain, the reason she didn’t like lying was mainly because she didn’t like hiding things. Anyone could see that she was a very open cat that loved sharing things with friends and family. She didn’t like lying because lying meant that you were hiding something. The truth. The she-cat often felt guilty for hiding something like the truth from those around her. It just made her feel regretful and guilty. Those were two emotions that Cloudrain absolutely hated feeling.

The question made her frown and think. It wasn’t a frown of sadness, more so one of thought. Cloudrain didn’t normally have to think about things, she just blurted them out as she heard it. This particular question however, made her think carefully about how she wanted to answer. Bucknight, had been an evil cat. But, the she-cat had always wondered why he had done it. What if he had down it for the hope that something good would happen to his clan? It was a highly unlikely answer, and one that only Cloudrain would ever think of. But if that really was what had been going on through that tom’s mind, then technically that just made him a twisted good guy. She didn’t like accusing others, so the she-cat was rather stumped by this question. Cloudrain decided to just go with what she had and parted her jaws to reply. However, she wondered if that sounded rather stupid. After all, Bucknight hadn’t exactly been kind to his clanmates, so technically he wasn’t all that good. “I don’t know. He was an evil cat but maybe there’s something we never got to know about him,” Cloudrain finally responded. Even she highly doubted that he was a good guy. He was one of those rare cats that the warrior would actually say that they had no good in them.

lone
April 24th, 2017, 06:43 PM
Brave and stupid. Neither word would exactly define Cloudrain. Not in this situation anyway. The she-cat wasn’t stupid. Obviously, she made those stupid mistakes that everyone made once in awhile, but other than that she was a generally stupid free cat. Brave? Well, brave might not be quite the word to describe her. The RiverClan warrior was more so….oblivious. She was oblivious to quite a few things, not seeming to think before she did something. This was often putting her in rather tight situations, however Cloudrain took no notice of this. Being the kind of cat that somehow managed to turn something difficult into something positive, the she-cat just kept her smile up and searched for anything that could help her. It was dangerous and rather risky, but it seemed to work. As long as she had a smile on, Cloudrain was okay. She was fine and she wasn’t stressed out. The warrior didn’t normally experience anything like stress, sadness or anger. She was just too….happy. The tabby was also rather naive. She trusted others easily and didn’t see bad in anyone, although exceptions were sometimes made. Cloudrain was innocent and trusting, something that some cats seemed to take advantage of. And, she always fell for it. Although, the she-cat wasn’t completely idiotic. She would always eventually work out that something suspicious was going on and she would kind of just walk off and stop hanging out with that cat. Seeing as Cloudrain wasn’t really the type to go confront someone about taking advantage of her trusting nature, so that was really the best plan that she had. And it was one that she was happy to stick to. The silver tabby had no intentions on coming up with a new plan any time soon. She didn’t need to. While cats did tend to manipulate her, it didn’t happy all that often. Just once in awhile. The she-cat could never tell when it was going to happen, considering she couldn’t tell the future, but she knew it would eventually happen at some point.


While the tom in front of her didn’t know who was RiverClan’s current leader, Cloudrain was well aware that ThunderClan had recently had a new leader step up. Snowstar? Wasn’t that her name? About a moon ago, the silver tabby had heard that a new deputy name Snowsong had been appointed. On a border patrol a few days ago, Cloudrain had heard some ThunderClan warriors talking about a new leader. It made the she-cat wonder, what happened to Gyrestar? Had he stepped down? Left the clan? Or had he died? Despite the fact that the tomcat was from another cat, that didn’t mean that she hoped that he had died. Cloudrain hated death, it was such a depressing thing and it hardly ever did anyone any good. And thinking about it, Gyrestar had only reigned for a short amount of time. Or had it really been that short? The she-cat couldn’t really tell. The moons always seemed to whip by so quickly for the warrior. Each day passed like a blur and Cloudrain could never be very certain with how long something had been going on for.

There were so many questions that were constantly going through the she-cats head. She was a cat filled with curiosity and interest in almost everything. If one were to venture into her mind, they would find themselves in a land of confusion. There were just so many ideas, suggestions and questions going through her mind that not even Cloudrain knew how she managed to keep up with it all. She enjoyed searching for her answers although had a habit of getting bored of something and quickly moving on. With so many things in the world to explore, the she-cat was always having problems with sticking to just one thing and completing that before moving on to yet another thing. The tabby warrior just couldn’t sit still and she needed to have lots of things to do. That was how she lived through her life and how she powered herself through each day. She had endless bundles of energy, and all she needed was an endless supply of interest. Having interest in something was Cloudrain’s way of using her energy. After all, if she had too much energy at the end of the day, she would then be struggling to sleep, and despite her bouncy nature, she really liked sleeping. It was a time where the warrior could just rest her paws and put her mind at peace.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” Cloudrain replied with a large amount of enthusiasm. If this were anyone else saying this, most would’ve assumed that they were just saying this as an act of politeness. However, this wasn’t ‘anyone else’. This was Cloudrain. The majority of things that this she-cat said were genuine and not for the sake of good manners. She was an honest cat and didn’t like telling a lie. For the sake of keeping up a positive mood, she would tell a white lie for the sake a happiness and hope, but other than that, she didn’t lie. Why didn’t she like lying? Well who did? What was the point in lying? For Cloudrain, the reason she didn’t like lying was mainly because she didn’t like hiding things. Anyone could see that she was a very open cat that loved sharing things with friends and family. She didn’t like lying because lying meant that you were hiding something. The truth. The she-cat often felt guilty for hiding something like the truth from those around her. It just made her feel regretful and guilty. Those were two emotions that Cloudrain absolutely hated feeling.


The question made her frown and think. It wasn’t a frown of sadness, more so one of thought. Cloudrain didn’t normally have to think about things, she just blurted them out as she heard it. This particular question however, made her think carefully about how she wanted to answer. Bucknight, had been an evil cat. But, the she-cat had always wondered why he had done it. What if he had down it for the hope that something good would happen to his clan? It was a highly unlikely answer, and one that only Cloudrain would ever think of. But if that really was what had been going on through that tom’s mind, then technically that just made him a twisted good guy. She didn’t like accusing others, so the she-cat was rather stumped by this question. Cloudrain decided to just go with what she had and parted her jaws to reply. However, she wondered if that sounded rather stupid. After all, Bucknight hadn’t exactly been kind to his clanmates, so technically he wasn’t all that good. “I don’t know. He was an evil cat but maybe there’s something we never got to know about him,” Cloudrain finally responded. Even she highly doubted that he was a good guy. He was one of those rare cats that the warrior would actually say that they had no good in them.
Something we never got to know about him? Now that was something that Falconclaw hadn't been expecting, and it took the tom by surprise. What did she mean by that? He was evil... plain and simple, right? Not that Falconclaw cared much, he wasn't one to go for good/evil stereotypes. They were crazy to him, to be honest. Who cared? Who honestly used the words 'good and evil' anymore? Everyone was just a cat. Either brave, stupid, foolish, or noble, they were all just cats. But good and evil might be a strong word to describe either one. This was one of the only things about Falconclaw that was really... well... a positive trait. He was pretty aggressive. Ambitious. Protective. Mainly loyal, and even at the moment, he felt guilty talking to this she cat. She was nice, but what had a nice cat ever done for him? Spottedsong was nice. A nice cat, and what had she done? As far as he knew, she was throwing her life away. As far as he knew, she could be 'evil.'
 
Or... maybe he was the 'evil' one. A stereotype that seemed to follow him to the ends of the earth, and that would probably continue to plague him even past death. What was wrong with being bad, anyways? Bad cats had been the ones to make the Clans stronger. They had outlawed StarClan; which, at the time, Falconclaw had thought was the worst thing possible, but now he was learning that there were much worse things. Like having... oh, I don't know, a leader that's what, 17? 18 moons old? It was unthinkable. And yet it was the very thing they were going through at the moment. Utterly disgusting to the tom, and he absolutely hated the thought. But his beloved ThunderClan was being led by the young leader, and at least Fennelnose was older... knew what she was doing... would be able to protect the Clan in times of need. At least there was one cat that Falconclaw would trust with his life. Because Snowstar, well... she wasn't going to cut it.
 
She was dangerous. In more ways then one. Her ideas, her young love, all of it was very much disapproved of by Falconclaw. He didn't like her at all. What was he to do about it, though? He was no Ratnight. And besides, there weren't enough cats for an uprising. If there were any at all. Which Falconclaw also highly doubted, a lot of cats seemed to be overly fond of the pampered, spoiled kitten. She was barely old enough to be a warrior! And yet she was leading their Clan. Leading everyone. How... what... it was impossible for the tom to wrap his mind around. And, he all but verbally refused to do so. To be honest, it was hard for Falconclaw to accept anyone but Ratnight or Ashstar. They were the two leaders he remembered. The two he had appreciated throughout his life. The two he had learned to accept, and now? Being taken over by an evil cat hadn't been enough. Then Gyrestar... what a strange cat... had come to take over. Now Snowstar? Was there any cat he would believe in anymore?
 
Wheatfur. He was alright. But he wasn't a leader, and he wouldn't be able to help the Clan. Besides... a medicine cat's beliefs seemed silly to Falconclaw. They were expected to believe all that junk that StarClan told them? Oh no, no, no... it was too much for him to wrap his mind around as well. A lot of things were. See, Falconclaw wasn't exactly intelligent. Sure he was able to act like it. And yes, he was a strategist, and problem solver, so in a lot of ways he was intelligent. But... areas of medicine cats and leadership was where he seemed to become average. Just like his clanmates. They had no idea what it was like to lead or be a medicine cat either, other then the two who actually were. Three, if Fennelnose was counted in a leader-like position. She... sort of was? In Falconclaw's mind she was twice the leader that Snowstar would ever be, perhaps even three times. Nine lives to lose for Snowstar, and she would be gone... bye bye, and Fennelnose would take her place.
 
If the tom lived that long. He was getting close to 40 moons old, and from what he had heard, warriors rarely lived past 120 moons. That was the oldest he had ever heard of a cat getting. An exasperated expression crossed his features shortly after he thought about this, wondering how long the cheerful feline before him would live. Realizing how rude he must seem for not responding, Falconclaw quickly managed to snap out of his thoughts and return to the present, giving her a weak smile. "Ah, um... I doubt there was anything you didn't know about him. But evil might be stretching the truth a bit, don't you think? Cats can do evil things. But they, personally, aren't evil. Just like you or I, personally, aren't good." It was something he was rather proud of. A conclusion that he'd come to long ago and was sticking to, no matter what other cats might say. Then again... Falconclaw wasn't exactly popular anyways, so he'd had to learn long ago to let things roll off of him.
 
It hadn't been an easy road. Not one he had liked too much, anyways. Clearing his throat, the tip of the tom's tail began to twitch back and forth like he was stalking a mouse... though he didn't view the innocent feline as prey, oh no. He wasn't one of those very sickening cats. Falconclaw thought of cats as cats, and prey as prey... nothing else. There would never be anything else in the tom's mind. Thank goodness he wasn't a twisted cat, things could get awkward very quickly otherwise. With a yawn, and an expression of the slightest exasperation on his features, Falconclaw stretched out. Had she not been across the border this might have been a moment for a playful contact, or a snarky remark followed by a quick 'boop' on the head. Oh sure, it wasn't everyone Falconclaw did this with. Just the cats he thought would be able to handle it, like the cheerful she cat before him. How was it that she was so happy? It didn't make much sense to the tom, but he would have to get used to it.
 
Some odd thing was making him believe he would see her again. The type of thoughts those awful forbidden romance cats must have, he thought with a snort. Of course he wouldn't see her again! It would be disloyal. Too much for him to handle. Naturally Falconclaw would be avoiding the she cat, it would only make sense, wouldn't it? Besides; with them being in different clans it wouldn't be too difficult. Just a bit of staying away from the border, gatherings... that was all it was going to take. And he would never see her again. "Cloudrain, wasn't it? Look... I don't know if you've quite noticed this--" cue the hint that he was about to say something that probably wasn't the nicest thing ever-- "but we are on opposite sides of the border. Meaning if I were you, I would tread carefully. It's dangerous ground to make a friend in another Clan." This was a warning, not a threat, and it was out of concern. She didn't look like the strongest warrior.
 
And frankly, Falconclaw didn't want to see something happen to the, in his opinion, naive she cat.

Undercover
April 25th, 2017, 02:09 PM
Cottonfrost's lithe dark form slid between the trees, quick as a shadow. His icy blue eyes scanned the unveiled undergrowth before him with his typical sure-of-himself look plastered to his handsome face. His paws made a deep thrumming sound as he ran at an easy pace. Pricking his elegantly smooth ears, he picked up the faint scent of RiverClan. Immediately, the blue-black fur along his spine spiked with wariness. Is it just me, or is the scent of those RiverClanners stronger than usual?
The tom silently chided himself for sounding so worrisome. Cottonfrost was near the RiverClan border, so wouldn't it smell of those fish-munchers? He slowed to an easy lope, his breath regaining a position through him as he pondered what to do. He had originally come out for a quick breath and maybe a short hunt, but a small border scout couldn't hurt.
The tom hurried without carelessness to the border, which was now in sight. He didn't see anyone, but who cared. It was a nice day, so why not make the most of it. With a flick of his ears, the male parted his jaws, drawing in the scent of the forest. Immedietly, vole smell caught his attention. He spotted the little fellow scurrying just on the edge of the border. With a quick register of the correct stalking position, Cottonfrost slid into a hunter's crouch. He crept forward on quiet paws and was just about to pounce when the animal scurried away as fast as it's stumpy legs could go. Snarling defiantly, the feline dashed after it and caught the prey, delivering a sharp snap of his jaws to kill it. Little did he realize that he had crossed the border, the realization lost in the flurry of the catch.

(Cloudrain and Falconclaw he didn't see becuase he is near the lake)

Cosmo
April 25th, 2017, 05:02 PM
Cottonfrost's lithe dark form slid between the trees, quick as a shadow. His icy blue eyes scanned the unveiled undergrowth before him with his typical sure-of-himself look plastered to his handsome face. His paws made a deep thrumming sound as he ran at an easy pace. Pricking his elegantly smooth ears, he picked up the faint scent of RiverClan. Immediately, the blue-black fur along his spine spiked with wariness. Is it just me, or is the scent of those RiverClanners stronger than usual?
The tom silently chided himself for sounding so worrisome. Cottonfrost was near the RiverClan border, so wouldn't it smell of those fish-munchers? He slowed to an easy lope, his breath regaining a position through him as he pondered what to do. He had originally come out for a quick breath and maybe a short hunt, but a small border scout couldn't hurt.
The tom hurried without carelessness to the border, which was now in sight. He didn't see anyone, but who cared. It was a nice day, so why not make the most of it. With a flick of his ears, the male parted his jaws, drawing in the scent of the forest. Immedietly, vole smell caught his attention. He spotted the little fellow scurrying just on the edge of the border. With a quick register of the correct stalking position, Cottonfrost slid into a hunter's crouch. He crept forward on quiet paws and was just about to pounce when the animal scurried away as fast as it's stumpy legs could go. Snarling defiantly, the feline dashed after it and caught the prey, delivering a sharp snap of his jaws to kill it. Little did he realize that he had crossed the border, the realization lost in the flurry of the catch.

(Cloudrain and Falconclaw he didn't see becuase he is near the lake)

Doesong, headed back to camp done pitying her self. Life would be bad if she came back and didn't catch anything, Doesong headed toward the river, she twitched her nose to pick up any sign of prey but instead she smelt Thunderclan!!! Doesong followed the sent until she reached the border, she hissed when she saw a thunderclan tom. Doesong, unseathed her claws "What are you doing on our side of the border?" she hissed her brown tabby pelt rippling.

Undercover
April 26th, 2017, 07:35 AM
Doesong, headed back to camp done pitying her self. Life would be bad if she came back and didn't catch anything, Doesong headed toward the river, she twitched her nose to pick up any sign of prey but instead she smelt Thunderclan!!! Doesong followed the sent until she reached the border, she hissed when she saw a thunderclan tom. Doesong, unseathed her claws "What are you doing on our side of the border?" she hissed her brown tabby pelt rippling.
Cottonfrost was about to head back into the woods when he heard the female's challenge. He looked up, about to retort, when he realized he indeed was on the wrong side. His fierce reply died in his throat as he took a step back. Best to take this as calmly as possible.
The dark-haired male took a small step backwards, his icy gaze glinting with expressionless emotion. He still held the prey in his mouth; like he'd lose the first catch of the day. It was his, he stalked it! It just happens to be just across the border.
"Hunting, ofcourse." Cottonfrost didn't know what drove him to be cocky with his words, it just slipped out. Well, The tom thought wryly. At least I'm not that far into rival clan's territory. But, still, his ragged prickled uneasily. She would not be excused for a provoked attack now.

Cosmo
April 26th, 2017, 07:45 AM
Cottonfrost was about to head back into the woods when he heard the female's challenge. He looked up, about to retort, when he realized he indeed was on the wrong side. His fierce reply died in his throat as he took a step back. Best to take this as calmly as possible.
The dark-haired male took a small step backwards, his icy gaze glinting with expressionless emotion. He still held the prey in his mouth; like he'd lose the first catch of the day. It was his, he stalked it! It just happens to be just across the border.
"Hunting, ofcourse." Cottonfrost didn't know what drove him to be cocky with his words, it just slipped out. Well, The tom thought wryly. At least I'm not that far into rival clan's territory. But, still, his ragged prickled uneasily. She would not be excused for a provoked attack now.

The tom was silent for a moment.
"Hunting of Course.

"Hunting!? Yeah right thats our prey, It's on our side of the border, Thunderclan!" She said it like being a Thunderclan cat was a curse, though she instantly wanted to take back her words. She shuffled her paws, unsure what to do now.

Undercover
April 26th, 2017, 04:46 PM
The tom was silent for a moment.
"Hunting of Course.

"Hunting!? Yeah right thats our prey, It's on our side of the border, Thunderclan!" She said it like being a Thunderclan cat was a curse, though she instantly wanted to take back her words. She shuffled her paws, unsure what to do now.
Great, he had gotten himself into this mess, and now he had to get himself out of it. Cottonfrost huffed a small bit of laughter.
"RiverClan only eats fish anyways." He retorted, a sly grin on his face. Then, the male sat down, a whicker away from the border (still on his side) and tipped his head slightly to the left, pasting a curious expression on his face.
"Are you a lone patrol?" He asked, intrigued. Was RiverClna so weak that they only sent one-warrior patrols these days?

Cosmo
April 26th, 2017, 05:25 PM
Great, he had gotten himself into this mess, and now he had to get himself out of it. Cottonfrost huffed a small bit of laughter.
"RiverClan doesn't eat fish anyways." He retorted, a sly grin on his face. Then, the male sat down, a whicker away from the border (still on his side) and tipped his head slightly to the left, pasting a curious expression on his face.
"Are you a lone patrol?" He asked, intrigued. Was RiverClna so weak that they only sent one-warrior patrols these days?

Doesong hissed, "No!" she hissed unsure if she should tell him the truth, so far she had only told Adderfang, but this tom was Thunderclan. Though he seemed nice. Doesong starred at her paws. "Riverclan is not weak!"

Undercover
April 26th, 2017, 06:31 PM
Doesong hissed, "No!" she hissed unsure if she should tell him the truth, so far she had only told Adderfang, but this tom was Thunderclan. Though he seemed nice. Doesong starred at her paws. "Riverclan is not weak!"
Cottonfrost's tail wrapped around his paws, showing off his comfort and confidence in himself. He twitched an ear as she replied. She seemed a little flustered, at least to him, she did.
"No?" He asked. "You look alone." Then, his conscience picked up something that caught his attention.
"And..." he hesitated, a narrow of his gaze showing his keenness for an honest answer. "I don't think I ever said RiverClan was weak." He didn't guess that he had not said that, he knew he hadn't. Take it from experience, you never tell another cat their clan is weak unless you want to return to camp with more wounds than you left with.
Cottonfrost stood up abruptly, the vole swinging limp from his jaws. He shouldn't be here talking anyway. He might as well take the prey before things went the wrong way. Hopefully, the she-cat had forgotten about the whole reason for her confrontation.

Cosmo
April 27th, 2017, 04:28 PM
Cottonfrost's tail wrapped around his paws, showing off his comfort and confidence in himself. He twitched an ear as she replied. She seemed a little flustered, at least to him, she did.
"No?" He asked. "You look alone." Then, his conscience picked up something that caught his attention.
"And..." he hesitated, a narrow of his gaze showing his keenness for an honest answer. "I don't think I ever said RiverClan was weak." He didn't guess that he had not said that, he knew he hadn't. Take it from experience, you never tell another cat their clan is weak unless you want to return to camp with more wounds than you left with.
Cottonfrost stood up abruptly, the vole swinging limp from his jaws. He shouldn't be here talking anyway. He might as well take the prey before things went the wrong way. Hopefully, the she-cat had forgotten about the whole reason for her confrontation.

"Drop that prey this instant!" Doesong hissed. "I'm not a patrol, I-I-I-I, Well, I'm not pure Riverclan, I don't even have Riverclan blood, my mother was a rouge, she gave me this scratch." said Doesong pointing to the scratch on the left side of her muzzle."I had a dream where my Mother pounced on me, she was evil, she abounded me at seven moons." Doesong instantly regretted telling him that Ughh!! Am in love with a Thunderclan tom? she asked herself though she already knew the answer, Doesong mentally scolded herself, I can not love a cat from another clan, especially not one stealing prey!

Undercover
April 27th, 2017, 07:02 PM
"Drop that prey this instant!" Doesong hissed. "I'm not a patrol, I-I-I-I, Well, I'm not pure Riverclan, I don't even have Riverclan blood, my mother was a rouge, she gave me this scratch." said Doesong pointing to the scratch on the left side of her muzzle."I had a dream where my Mother pounced on me, she was evil, she abounded me at seven moons." Doesong instantly regretted telling him that Ughh!! Am in love with a Thunderclan tom? she asked herself though she already knew the answer, Doesong mentally scolded herself, I can not love a cat from another clan, especially not one stealing prey!
Cottonfrost's raised his eyebrows in mild confusion and huffed, betraying his strong feeling of amusement at hearing her ramble. Dang this she-cat was hilarious! He wasn't going to drop that prey, and he knew that she knew it. It just wasn't in his nature to give up good prey.
"Why would I? He retorted sassily. "If you brought it home, you wouldn't even be able to share it. The vole would smell all ThunderClanny."
Then, he could practically taste the confusion rolling off of himself as he listened to her words about her past. How did they even get on the topic of her dream? He didn't fricking ask her in the first place.
"Vivid." The one word was the first thing that popped into his mind at hearing her rushed words. Didn't she know she was spilling to a ThunderClan cat? Cottonfrost's came to the rather rushed conclusion that she was a flustered little kitty who didn't give a mousecrap about who she spoke to. Not that he would say that outloud.

Cosmo
April 28th, 2017, 03:01 PM
Cottonfrost's raised his eyebrows in mild confusion and huffed, betraying his strong feeling of amusement at hearing her ramble. Dang this she-cat was hilarious! He wasn't going to drop that prey, and he knew that she knew it. It just wasn't in his nature to give up good prey.
"Why would I? He retorted sassily. "If you brought it home, you wouldn't even be able to share it. The vole would smell all ThunderClanny."
Then, he could practically taste the confusion rolling off of himself as he listened to her words about her past. How did they even get on thxxxe topic of her dream? He didn't fricking ask her in the first place.
"Vivid." The one word was the first thing that popped into his mind at hearing her rushed words. Didn't she know she was spilling to a ThunderClan cat? Cottonfrost's came to the rather rushed conclusion that she was a flustered little kitty who didn't give a mousecrap about who she spoke to. Not that he would say that outloud.
Doesong hissed, "Sure,I'm telling you this, it's not going to make river clan seem weak. And fine, keep the prey."

Undercover
April 28th, 2017, 03:04 PM
Doesong hissed, "Sure,I'm telling you this, it's not going to make river clan seem weak. And fine, keep the prey."
Cottonfrost grinned cheerfully, almost comical in the obviously serious situation. He had trespassed, for Starclan's sake! Any cat, besides himself, would think he needed to be put in his place every once and a while. But no, he always seemed to wiggle out of trouble like a small spider in a twoleg house.
The tom then gained a serious note in his voice.
"Good luck with the fishing." He said sincerely. "I never did catch your name, though."

Cosmo
April 28th, 2017, 03:37 PM
Cottonfrost grinned cheerfully, almost comical in the obviously serious situation. He had trespassed, for Starclan's sake! Any cat, besides himself, would think he needed to be put in his place every once and a while. But no, he always seemed to wiggle out of trouble like a small spider in a twoleg house.
The tom then gained a serious note in his voice.
"Good luck with the fishing." He said sincerely. "I never did catch your name, though."
" Doesong." She smiled at least this tom wasn't a jerk. "You?"

Undercover
April 28th, 2017, 04:48 PM
" Doesong." She smiled at least this tom wasn't a jerk. "You?"
Cottonfrostnodded. The name suited her.
"Cottonfrost." He meowed simply.

((Kinda Busy right now, sorry for the post length.))

Cosmo
April 28th, 2017, 05:14 PM
Cottonfrostnodded. The name suited her.
"Cottonfrost." He meowed simply.

((Kinda Busy right now, sorry for the post length.))

Doesong nodded, Cottonfrost It was a nice name she had to admit, Doesong starred at her paws not sure what to say next. Her heart beat faster ever time she almost said something and quickly shut her mouth, she finally pulled her gaze off her paws. "Nice Name." She said.

Undercover
April 29th, 2017, 06:55 AM
Doesong nodded, Cottonfrost It was a nice name she had to admit, Doesong starred at her paws not sure what to say next. Her heart beat faster ever time she almost said something and quickly shut her mouth, she finally pulled her gaze off her paws. "Nice Name." She said.
Cottonfrost watched her a small she stood, somewhat bashful. An awkward silence hung in the air, and he was relieved when she finally spoke. She seemed to have been struggling for the right thing to say.
"Thanks." He replied simply. "But it doesn't apply to be much now as much as it did as a kit." A small breath of laughter escaped him as memories of his past rose up inside him.

Cosmo
April 29th, 2017, 07:03 AM
Cottonfrost watched her a small she stood, somewhat bashful. An awkward silence hung in the air, and he was relieved when she finally spoke. She seemed to have been struggling for the right thing to say.
"Thanks." He replied simply. "But it doesn't apply to be much now as much as it did as a kit." A small breath of laughter escaped him as memories of his past rose up inside him.

Doesong smirked, "Let me guess, you were a fluffy kit?!"

Empress Of Evil
April 30th, 2017, 01:49 AM
Something we never got to know about him? Now that was something that Falconclaw hadn't been expecting, and it took the tom by surprise. What did she mean by that? He was evil... plain and simple, right? Not that Falconclaw cared much, he wasn't one to go for good/evil stereotypes. They were crazy to him, to be honest. Who cared? Who honestly used the words 'good and evil' anymore? Everyone was just a cat. Either brave, stupid, foolish, or noble, they were all just cats. But good and evil might be a strong word to describe either one. This was one of the only things about Falconclaw that was really... well... a positive trait. He was pretty aggressive. Ambitious. Protective. Mainly loyal, and even at the moment, he felt guilty talking to this she cat. She was nice, but what had a nice cat ever done for him? Spottedsong was nice. A nice cat, and what had she done? As far as he knew, she was throwing her life away. As far as he knew, she could be 'evil.'
 
Or... maybe he was the 'evil' one. A stereotype that seemed to follow him to the ends of the earth, and that would probably continue to plague him even past death. What was wrong with being bad, anyways? Bad cats had been the ones to make the Clans stronger. They had outlawed StarClan; which, at the time, Falconclaw had thought was the worst thing possible, but now he was learning that there were much worse things. Like having... oh, I don't know, a leader that's what, 17? 18 moons old? It was unthinkable. And yet it was the very thing they were going through at the moment. Utterly disgusting to the tom, and he absolutely hated the thought. But his beloved ThunderClan was being led by the young leader, and at least Fennelnose was older... knew what she was doing... would be able to protect the Clan in times of need. At least there was one cat that Falconclaw would trust with his life. Because Snowstar, well... she wasn't going to cut it.
 
She was dangerous. In more ways then one. Her ideas, her young love, all of it was very much disapproved of by Falconclaw. He didn't like her at all. What was he to do about it, though? He was no Ratnight. And besides, there weren't enough cats for an uprising. If there were any at all. Which Falconclaw also highly doubted, a lot of cats seemed to be overly fond of the pampered, spoiled kitten. She was barely old enough to be a warrior! And yet she was leading their Clan. Leading everyone. How... what... it was impossible for the tom to wrap his mind around. And, he all but verbally refused to do so. To be honest, it was hard for Falconclaw to accept anyone but Ratnight or Ashstar. They were the two leaders he remembered. The two he had appreciated throughout his life. The two he had learned to accept, and now? Being taken over by an evil cat hadn't been enough. Then Gyrestar... what a strange cat... had come to take over. Now Snowstar? Was there any cat he would believe in anymore?
 
Wheatfur. He was alright. But he wasn't a leader, and he wouldn't be able to help the Clan. Besides... a medicine cat's beliefs seemed silly to Falconclaw. They were expected to believe all that junk that StarClan told them? Oh no, no, no... it was too much for him to wrap his mind around as well. A lot of things were. See, Falconclaw wasn't exactly intelligent. Sure he was able to act like it. And yes, he was a strategist, and problem solver, so in a lot of ways he was intelligent. But... areas of medicine cats and leadership was where he seemed to become average. Just like his clanmates. They had no idea what it was like to lead or be a medicine cat either, other then the two who actually were. Three, if Fennelnose was counted in a leader-like position. She... sort of was? In Falconclaw's mind she was twice the leader that Snowstar would ever be, perhaps even three times. Nine lives to lose for Snowstar, and she would be gone... bye bye, and Fennelnose would take her place.
 
If the tom lived that long. He was getting close to 40 moons old, and from what he had heard, warriors rarely lived past 120 moons. That was the oldest he had ever heard of a cat getting. An exasperated expression crossed his features shortly after he thought about this, wondering how long the cheerful feline before him would live. Realizing how rude he must seem for not responding, Falconclaw quickly managed to snap out of his thoughts and return to the present, giving her a weak smile. "Ah, um... I doubt there was anything you didn't know about him. But evil might be stretching the truth a bit, don't you think? Cats can do evil things. But they, personally, aren't evil. Just like you or I, personally, aren't good." It was something he was rather proud of. A conclusion that he'd come to long ago and was sticking to, no matter what other cats might say. Then again... Falconclaw wasn't exactly popular anyways, so he'd had to learn long ago to let things roll off of him.
 
It hadn't been an easy road. Not one he had liked too much, anyways. Clearing his throat, the tip of the tom's tail began to twitch back and forth like he was stalking a mouse... though he didn't view the innocent feline as prey, oh no. He wasn't one of those very sickening cats. Falconclaw thought of cats as cats, and prey as prey... nothing else. There would never be anything else in the tom's mind. Thank goodness he wasn't a twisted cat, things could get awkward very quickly otherwise. With a yawn, and an expression of the slightest exasperation on his features, Falconclaw stretched out. Had she not been across the border this might have been a moment for a playful contact, or a snarky remark followed by a quick 'boop' on the head. Oh sure, it wasn't everyone Falconclaw did this with. Just the cats he thought would be able to handle it, like the cheerful she cat before him. How was it that she was so happy? It didn't make much sense to the tom, but he would have to get used to it.
 
Some odd thing was making him believe he would see her again. The type of thoughts those awful forbidden romance cats must have, he thought with a snort. Of course he wouldn't see her again! It would be disloyal. Too much for him to handle. Naturally Falconclaw would be avoiding the she cat, it would only make sense, wouldn't it? Besides; with them being in different clans it wouldn't be too difficult. Just a bit of staying away from the border, gatherings... that was all it was going to take. And he would never see her again. "Cloudrain, wasn't it? Look... I don't know if you've quite noticed this--" cue the hint that he was about to say something that probably wasn't the nicest thing ever-- "but we are on opposite sides of the border. Meaning if I were you, I would tread carefully. It's dangerous ground to make a friend in another Clan." This was a warning, not a threat, and it was out of concern. She didn't look like the strongest warrior.
 
And frankly, Falconclaw didn't want to see something happen to the, in his opinion, naive she cat.


Well, there was no taking back what she had said now. But honestly, Cloudrain couldn’t really say that she cared that much. Bucknight was one of those rare cats that the silver tabby could find herself not liking nor caring about about. The second Evil Era was behind them now and the she-cat wanted it to stay that way. After all, why would you want to dwell on the past? If you kept your mind on the past, you would never be able to see the future. Cloudrain automatically knew that her life would be ruined if something so tragic happened that she kept on thinking about it and never managed to recover. It was something that the warrior was secretly scared of yet would never say out loud. As strange as it might sound, it was something that she preferred to keep to herself. And that was really saying something. This cat had basically said everything that happened to her aloud except for a few things. Like a mistake she had made many moons ago. Luckily for her, her optimism had helped her to recover and forget about it.

What exactly was this mistake? Well let’s just say that Cloudrain had once had a go at love. When she was quite young. It was a mistake and one that she was going to make sure didn’t happen again. The warrior was a loyal warrior and refused to let herself fall in love with someone outside of her clan again. That was another thing that this she-cat secretly feared. She didn’t want to be break her loyalty to her clan again. Who even knew where her kits were now to this day. Cloudrain shuddered, hoping that she wouldn’t ever have to find out. For if she were to find that one of the, were now dead, she would blame herself. The past and the memories would all come flooding back to her and she would once again live through the nightmare that she had taken away. The silver tabby didn’t want or need to blame herself. That would just upset her and put her through a time of misery. All the optimism would be gone and she was be lost.

How could anyone possibly survive in a world full of misery? That was something that Cloudrain had always wondered. Of course, she didn’t mean her, she meant other cats. Cats that were really struggling in their lives. It was interesting to see how they could push through. Or not. Happiness was a hard thing to control. Well, you couldn’t really control it. Happiness was something that came if you were willing to let it. Happiness doesn’t just come along for no reason. No emotion does that. Cloudrain might not be the most skilled warrior, nor the smartest, but she was an expert when it came to the emotion department. For she had felt many emotions before, yet she did her best to only let optimism show through. Anything else wasn’t needed that much. Obviously the silver tabby knew that emotions were important, but to her personally, joy was all that she needed. Joy was the only thing that she needed to let through, the only thing that she wanted to have in her grasp. The other emotions? Well, she couldn’t say that she would mind all that much if one or two were to slip through.

Emotions were a complicated thing. They were also very unpredictable. You could be feeling extremely happy at one point, and then something might happen and you could be feeling rather depressed. They were like surprises. You could never tell when they would pop up and change from one to another. And honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that Cloudrain was constantly thinking about emotions, (especially the positive ones), then she would probably have decided it was too much for her to think about. This warrior preferred to stay with the basics, rather than having to think about long and hard about something that had so many aspects to it. It just wasn’t the kind of thing that Cloudrain did. This silver she-cat was one of simplicity. Honestly, she had decided to think of life as something that was just about being happy and experiencing greatness. That had been good enough for her. Anything beyond that and the warrior was certain that her brain would explode from too much information.

The silver tabby’s eyes widened ever so slightly at his response. She had never thought of it like that. And really, the she-cat couldn’t really say that she wanted to think about it, but she couldn’t help it. It sounded like an interesting theory, and it was probably quite true. No one’s heart was fully tainted with evil. Yes, perhaps they might be rather cold hearted and dark, but that didn’t mean that they were completely bad. It was a pretty smart way of thinking about it. At times, Cloudrain had wished that she could read minds. Then she would be able to tell what was going on inside of cats minds. And right now, was one of those times. The warrior wished that she could go back in time to when Bucknight was still alive, and see what had been going on in his mind. Although the theory was still unlikely, Cloudrain still had the slight suspicion that he might’ve done it for some other reason. A reason that no one would probably have never been able to think of. Maybe if she had been close to him, then maybe she might’ve known a thing or to. But then again, she was quite thankful that she hadn’t been close to him. After all, who would want to be ‘friends’ with a cat like Bucknight?

Realizing that she had just been spending the last few moments staring up at the sky in wonder, she quickly looked back at the ThunderClan tom in front of her. “I’ve never thought about it that way. Maybe you’re right. But I still think that there’s the smallest of chances that he might’ve been hiding something,” Cloudrain replied in her usual cheerful tone, despite the topic that they were on. The silver tabby always thought with a cheerful tone. It was something about her that would probably never change unless something absolutely tragic happened. If someone were to ask her why she always sounded so cheerful, Cloudrain would probably giggle. But why did she always sound so cheerful? Well, it was most likely because she had so many reasons to be happy. Her life was great and nothing too serious had shattered that. Even during the Evil Era, she had still kept up her optimistic nature. But how much longer would that last? Forever? Till death? A few moons before death? Or what about in just a few moons?

No one knew what the future would bring. But Cloudrain would be able to live through it all. Many cats underestimated her, just because she was so oblivious and cheerful. But you should never judge a book by it’s cover. Cloudrain had gone through traumatic experiences before, so surely she would be able to withstand another one. Her icy blue hues flickered to meet the tom’s own gaze. She listened to what he had to say, all the while with a wide smile on her face. Once he was finished, she was silent. But that only lasted for a few seconds. A few moments later she burst out laughing. “Oh trust me, I’ve met many cats from other clans. And some have been rather unpleasant might I add, but I don’t need to tread carefully. I’ve done this many times before,” Cloudrain replied, grinning enthusiastically at Falconclaw. “Plus anyway, why would you care?” Cloudrain asked. The way she asked wasn’t a bossy or rude way, it was a tone of voice that was filled to the brim with curiosity. No one had ever said something like that to her, let alone a cat from another clan. How strange. “I’ve lived through great dangers before, but i’ve always survived,” she continued, a barely visible shudder passing through her. One that you would have to look very closely to see. The memories came back to her, and she flinched softly. Her grin even dropped for a second before quickly coming back, the optimism in her eyes covering what she was really feeling.
For this she-cat had been hurt before, and she didn’t want nor need to be hurt again.

Undercover
April 30th, 2017, 06:24 AM
Doesong smirked, "Let me guess, you were a fluffy kit?!"
Cottonfrost laughed.
"That indeed!" He grinned sheepishly. He really did look like a walking pompon with a strange habit of annoying the mousecrap out of his family. At least, that's how his sister would describe him. But, now, he had grown up a little; lost a lot of kitten fat, grown a darker coat of fur, and gained a deeper voice. Shaking off memories, he decided to inquire her a bit as well.
"Where did you get your name?" He asked. "Did you look like a deer as a kit?" Then the tall male offered a cocky grin. "Oh, I mean a doe." He put emphasis on the last word, glad the prey had hopefully been forgotten by her.

Cosmo
April 30th, 2017, 06:36 AM
Cottonfrost laughed.
"That indeed!" He grinned sheepishly. He really did look like a walking pompon with a strange habit of annoying the mousecrap out of his family. At least, that's how his sister would describe him. But, now, he had grown up a little; lost a lot of kitten fat, grown a darker coat of fur, and gained a deeper voice. Shaking off memories, he decided to inquire her a bit as well.
"Where did you get your name?" He asked. "Did you look like a deer as a kit?" Then the tall male offered a cocky grin. "Oh, I mean a doe." He put emphasis on the last word, glad the prey had hopefully been forgotten by her.

Doesong frowned. "I was a rouge when I was a kit, I joined Riverclan at 7 moons and became Doepaw."

lone
April 30th, 2017, 02:27 PM
How was she so cheerful? It was both annoying, amusing, and surprisingly making Falconclaw forget that he didn't want to be talking to a cat outside of his own Clan. What, did she have some sort of superpower that made it impossible to not smile around her? How weird. How annoying. He didn't need this. He didn't need her to be a friend to him. And he certainly didn't need her cheerfulness, no matter how sweet it seemed. Don't you have anything better to do? He wanted to ask, but he thought it might offend her. Offend her! What was he thinking? It wouldn't matter if he offended her!
 
He was trying to get rid of her, for StarClan's sake! Why wouldn't she just go and leave him alone, he didn't know. Annoyed and more frustrated then he had been in a long time, not with the she cat but with himself, Falconclaw sighed and tried to pay attention to her words. But he was still so bothered that it was hard for him to concentrate, and he ended up just smiling and nodding and trying to look like he was actually paying attention. Oh, how rude. And yet he didn't mind it. Perhaps he just couldn't help it, maybe... maybe that was all? Falconclaw sighed again as the tip of his tail suddenly seemed to go crazy with twitching, twitching back and forth and flicking up and down, all over the place.
 
"You could be right. You're entitled to your opinion, anyways." Nothing I can do to change it. That was Falconclaw's solid view, that you were entitled to your own opinion. What was he supposed to do if you thought that StarClan was real or not real? Sure, you had been taught what you had been taught. It seemed that ex-loners and ex-kittypets had the hardest time believing things like that. Falconclaw himself wasn't really sure... sure, he had been brought up to believe that StarClan existed, but sometimes he found himself sincerely doubting it. Like, almost too much.
 
Too much for it to be very healthy, anyways. Oh Falconclaw. A normal cat with all but normal beliefs. And yet, some things he spoke-- or thought-- ended up being very great advice. Surprisingly enough, coming from this particular cat. It wasn't to be expected, not with Falconclaw, anyways. He was... different. Different from other cats and different from pretty much anyone who decided to cross his path. A weirdo, as some might delicately put it. Though no one had actually called him that, Falconclaw was pretty paranoid on the subject, constantly thinking that they were believing that. At this thought, his hues darkened as he glanced at the feline, a look as though she were evil coming over his features.
 
What did she want with him? Oh yeah-- a conversation. And he had swallowed it, hook, line and sinker. What an idiot she must think he was! For believing this junk. STUPID!!! He wanted to snarl in her face, lash out at her, tell her to go away... but her next cheerful, constant stream of words made him think otherwise. Until her question. She wanted to know why he cared? Fine, then. He would tell her exactly why. And probably send her away... perhaps he'd see something other then that stupid smile on her features, anyways. Now, Falconclaw didn't really think this. But he was angry.
 
And sometimes anger made him lash out in ways that he didn't mean to. Ways that he hadn't thought he would do before. "You want to know, hm?" His voice was condescending, like she were a young kit. Please don't do this... a part of his brain seemed to be begging him, but he brushed it aside. Brushed it off, as he always did. No! He was going to do this. Forget the fact that she was being so nice to him. Forget the fact that, although they might be in rival Clans, there were cross-clan friendships and relationships happening all the time. Relationships? That escalated quickly, he thought with a chuckle. Wait a minute... what was he doing?! Oh yeah. In the middle of getting ready to explode in this she cat's face.
 
Just take it easy. No reason to go all out, just... give her some slack. That was one thought that entered the tom's mind before he sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you. I'm not a nice cat, alright? I'm not the best cat who's ever lived. I'm not as bad as your 'Bucknight,' but I'm not as good as little perfect Snowstar." The way that he said the word made it close to painfully obvious that he did not like the feline. "So I wouldn't be talking to me, if I were you, precious. I don't want an accident to happen." He sounded threatening. "And besides. I get possessive. So, if you let me get attached... you're asking for something to happen."
 
Asking for disaster. For death of a loved one. For everything bad to descend upon them in the form of Falconclaw. Because, as it had already been stated and now answered... he was not a nice cat. It wasn't really an answer to the question she had asked, more to her statement. But Falconclaw did get attached easily and once he did, he was possessive. He was more then that. He got angry if Spottedsong, his current best friend, so much as looked at another tom. Because he owned her. He controlled her. She was his, plain and simple, and she kept disappearing to some unknown place. And he was going to find out where.
 
Because there was no way, no way in StarClan or here, that he was going to let her get mixed up in some scheme. Right? When her smile faded after she spoke, a look of surprise crossed his face. Looks like it was able to disappear after all. That was the last thing he would have expected from Miss 'it's always sunny where I live' Cloudrain. And yet he felt bad, too. Bad because he realized that she did have negative or worried emotions as well. That shouldn't happen! That shouldn't happen to sweet cats, they should forever be free and without worries! And yet here was Cloudrain, looking the exact opposite of carefree and happy.
 
She looked worried. And it made Falconclaw feel more protective. But, a moment later, the optimistic expression returned to her features. A friendly gleam returned to her eyes. She looked happy once more, and that protective feeling faded. "So. Just warning you... you're getting yourself into this." Little apprentice, he almost added, but managed to bite his tongue just in time. That would be rude! And he wasn't a rude cat all the time. Surely not. Surely he wasn't that bad. And yet sometimes he felt otherwise. Like he was extraordinarily rude, and it made him feel bad for having Cloudrain put up with him. The poor cat. But the bad feeling didn't last long, and soon Falconclaw's proud, somewhat haughty and arrogant expression, returned to his features.

for Empress Of Evil

Undercover
April 30th, 2017, 04:40 PM
Doesong frowned. "I was a rouge when I was a kit, I joined Riverclan at 7 moons and became Doepaw."
He nodded, unsure of whta to say next.
"What was your rogue name?" He didn't know why he was questioning so much, he was just feeling curious.

Cosmo
April 30th, 2017, 06:46 PM
He nodded, unsure of whta to say next.
"What was your rogue name?" He didn't know why he was questioning so much, he was just feeling curious.

Doesong paused, feeling self cautious, "Weed," she whispered, and then more strongly she added, "My name was Weed."

Undercover
May 1st, 2017, 09:58 AM
Doesong paused, feeling self cautious, "Weed," she whispered, and then more strongly she added, "My name was Weed."
Cottonfrost resisted the urge to laugh. Weed?!
"Doesong suits you much better." He commented.

Cosmo
May 1st, 2017, 02:56 PM
Cottonfrost resisted the urge to laugh. Weed?!
"Doesong suits you much better." He commented.

"I know." She meowed, anger bubbling in her stomach, "I got the best name, my brothers were named Blood and Snake, my mother killed them and scarred me."

Undercover
May 2nd, 2017, 12:09 PM
"I know." She meowed, anger bubbling in her stomach, "I got the best name, my brothers were named Blood and Snake, my mother killed them and scarred me."
Cottonfrost growled in spite of himself, what type of mother would kill and harm her own kits?!
"Gee, that must've been horrible. Good thing you came to RiverClan." The tom looked up for a moment and he realized that it was nearly sun-high. What were his clanmates going to think when he came back with only a vole after such a long time out?
"I'd better be going," Cottonfrost meowed, dipping his head respectfully. "See you at the gathering?"

Cosmo
May 2nd, 2017, 02:30 PM
Cottonfrost growled in spite of himself, what type of mother would kill and harm her own kits?!
"Gee, that must've been horrible. Good thing you came to RiverClan." The tom looked up for a moment and he realized that it was nearly sun-high. What were his clanmates going to think when he came back with only a vole after such a long time out?
"I'd better be going," Cottonfrost meowed, dipping his head respectfully. "See you at the gathering?"


Doesong dipped her head as well, " See you at the gathering." She replied before padding off to catch a fish or two.

Undercover
May 2nd, 2017, 04:02 PM
Doesong dipped her head as well, " See you at the gathering." She replied before padding off to catch a fish or two.
Cottonfrost nodded, turning around, the vole swinging from his jaws. He was grateful that she hadn't stopped him from taking it. Starting conversations as he just did helped in many situations. The tom smiled and padded off.
>Leaving Unless Stopped<
Will be gone unless this message is responded to by May 5th by 5 PM

Fel
May 3rd, 2017, 10:07 AM
fenic!

It was simple hunting. Mice, voles, small birds, they all should have been easy prey for Ratpaw. Granted, he was only just learning to hunt. He didn't really know why he was without his mentor, but he didn't mind. It was peaceful, quiet even. He liked it. There had to be prey nearby, however. 'I wonder what Ratnight did when he was my age,' he thought. He hoped he'd figure out how to get to the dark forest soon. He couldn't wait to start his training there. 'Maybe they're trying to decide on a good mentor for me,' he thought, pride flowing through the toyger tom. He drank in the scents around him, and realized how close he was to the Riverclan border. 'Maybe I'll come across a Riverclan warrior,' he thought. There was no way he'd be able to take a warrior, but he likely could outrun them, and if they chased him through the forest, he could maybe get Thunderclan to go to war with Riverclan. That would be fun. The current peace was nauseating, but it had to stay for a while longer. 'Just until I become a warrior. Then the Dark Forest will back me in taking over Thunderclan. They must, and I will succeed,' he thought, an evil grin forming on his normally stoic face. It would happen, and Ratpaw would make certain of it.
It was Ashpaw's first few days of being an apprentice, and she was excited to be exploring the territory, even though it meant having to be away from the rest of her family, who she cared about even more than she did for herself. Wandering around the area with her long fur bristled in curiosity, she'd been walking for much longer than she should have, her nose taking in the scent of where another Clan's territory was about to begin. However, she didn't know about the borders yet, nor how to tell the difference between clan scents, and to the young apprentice kept walking on, her eyes gazing around with curiosity as she noticed how the river kept on getting thinner, and the trees were getting taller. At this point, she'd passed the border already, but there was something else even more frightening than that- she'd caught a glimpse of a stranger, someone she'd never met. Flattening herself against the ground in fright almost immediately, she shivered with fear as she hid herself from the distant figure, eyes closing as she retracted her breathing, attempting to keep herself perfectly hidden.

Teza
May 3rd, 2017, 10:56 AM
It was Ashpaw's first few days of being an apprentice, and she was excited to be exploring the territory, even though it meant having to be away from the rest of her family, who she cared about even more than she did for herself. Wandering around the area with her long fur bristled in curiosity, she'd been walking for much longer than she should have, her nose taking in the scent of where another Clan's territory was about to begin. However, she didn't know about the borders yet, nor how to tell the difference between clan scents, and to the young apprentice kept walking on, her eyes gazing around with curiosity as she noticed how the river kept on getting thinner, and the trees were getting taller. At this point, she'd passed the border already, but there was something else even more frightening than that- she'd caught a glimpse of a stranger, someone she'd never met. Flattening herself against the ground in fright almost immediately, she shivered with fear as she hid herself from the distant figure, eyes closing as she retracted her breathing, attempting to keep herself perfectly hidden.

Taking in a deep breath, the young tom turned. Something want right with the border. A new scent has come across it, one that faintly extended the border slightly into Thunderclan territory. Ratpaw smirked, though knew better than to just charge in fool-heartedly. He crouched down into his best hunters crouch and stalked forward, taking in deep breaths of the sort of lovely scent of the other cat. 'Mouse-dung, I'm upwind of this.. She-cat?' he guessed. He simply must have been close enough to smell her. He glanced to where the scent was coming from, then to the border. If he cut her off from the border, she may not be as likely to run. Ratpaw then stalked beside the stranger, cutting her off from her own territory. Now they were on equal ground with the wind blowing both of their scents away from them. Little did he know at the time that his tiger-like pelt helped him hide among the new-leaf bushes very well, retracting the light around him. The tom waited a moment, thinking out a strategy, then smirked. Then, slowly and silently as the young apprentice could, he struck, attempting to pounce on the she-cat and pin her down. As soon as he caught sight of her, there was the slightest bit of hesitation, however. She was quite beautiful. He said nothing, and simply stared at her with a blank expression.

Fel
May 3rd, 2017, 11:09 AM
Taking in a deep breath, the young tom turned. Something want right with the border. A new scent has come across it, one that faintly extended the border slightly into Thunderclan territory. Ratpaw smirked, though knew better than to just charge in fool-heartedly. He crouched down into his best hunters crouch and stalked forward, taking in deep breaths of the sort of lovely scent of the other cat. 'Mouse-dung, I'm upwind of this.. She-cat?' he guessed. He simply must have been close enough to smell her. He glanced to where the scent was coming from, then to the border. If he cut her off from the border, she may not be as likely to run. Ratpaw then stalked beside the stranger, cutting her off from her own territory. Now they were on equal ground with the wind blowing both of their scents away from them. Little did he know at the time that his tiger-like pelt helped him hide among the new-leaf bushes very well, retracting the light around him. The tom waited a moment, thinking out a strategy, then smirked. Then, slowly and silently as the young apprentice could, he struck, attempting to pounce on the she-cat and pin her down. As soon as he caught sight of her, there was the slightest bit of hesitation, however. She was quite beautiful. He said nothing, and simply stared at her with a blank expression.
Trembling just a few tail-lengths into ThunderClan territory, Ashpaw was already trying to formulate some sort of plan on how to get out of this mess, her eyes darting towards the opening to her own side of the territory before seeing it suddenly cut off by the stranger, now getting even closer towards her. Backing up as quickly as she could, the ill-prepared apprentice stumbled over her own paws as she accidentally pushed herself into a thorn-covered bush. Whimpering as she pulled forwards, the stranger suddenly had leaped towards her, and with a surprised shriek, the RiverClan apprentice had found herself pinned down. "L-Let me go!" She stuttered, her fur bristled in horror as she looked up towards the cat's blank gaze. He was a little bigger than she was, but thankfully looked to be only a moon older than her at the most, even if he was more trained than she'd been. Shaking her head and thrashing her paws desperately, she couldn't escape her pinned position, not when she'd barely been trained at all. I should've just gone out to explore with my mentor in the first place...

Teza
May 3rd, 2017, 11:22 AM
Trembling just a few tail-lengths into ThunderClan territory, Ashpaw was already trying to formulate some sort of plan on how to get out of this mess, her eyes darting towards the opening to her own side of the territory before seeing it suddenly cut off by the stranger, now getting even closer towards her. Backing up as quickly as she could, the ill-prepared apprentice stumbled over her own paws as she accidentally pushed herself into a thorn-covered bush. Whimpering as she pulled forwards, the stranger suddenly had leaped towards her, and with a surprised shriek, the RiverClan apprentice had found herself pinned down. "L-Let me go!" She stuttered, her fur bristled in horror as she looked up towards the cat's blank gaze. He was a little bigger than she was, but thankfully looked to be only a moon older than her at the most, even if he was more trained than she'd been. Shaking her head and thrashing her paws desperately, she couldn't escape her pinned position, not when she'd barely been trained at all. I should've just gone out to explore with my mentor in the first place...

'I can't kill her.. She is much to lovely to look at... Maybe...' the tom thought as he stared blankly at her. "What is your name?" he asked simply. Then another thought came to his mind. "Why are you in Thunderclan territory?" His voice was monotone, as though he didn't want to give anything away, not even his admiration for the other apprentice's beauty. She couldn't be anything more than an apprentice, since she was smaller than he was. While he hadn't been trained much, Ratpaw was glad that he had a bit of both hunting and fighting training under his control. If not, he wouldn't have been able to pin her. He ever-so-slightly tilted his tail at the she-cat, wondering why a cat so lovely was burdened with the slight flea-brain that this she-cat obviously possessed. Why else would she completely ignore the border? He refused to think of it anymore. 'Would Ratnight have let her live this long? She crossed the border. I should kill her... But...' the tiger-like tom simply couldn't make a move to kill her. Nor could he allow himself to let her go. Not until he got information out of her.

Fel
May 3rd, 2017, 11:50 AM
'I can't kill her.. She is much to lovely to look at... Maybe...' the tom thought as he stared blankly at her. "What is your name?" he asked simply. Then another thought came to his mind. "Why are you in Thunderclan territory?" His voice was monotone, as though he didn't want to give anything away, not even his admiration for the other apprentice's beauty. She couldn't be anything more than an apprentice, since she was smaller than he was. While he hadn't been trained much, Ratpaw was glad that he had a bit of both hunting and fighting training under his control. If not, he wouldn't have been able to pin her. He ever-so-slightly tilted his tail at the she-cat, wondering why a cat so lovely was burdened with the slight flea-brain that this she-cat obviously possessed. Why else would she completely ignore the border? He refused to think of it anymore. 'Would Ratnight have let her live this long? She crossed the border. I should kill her... But...' the tiger-like tom simply couldn't make a move to kill her. Nor could he allow himself to let her go. Not until he got information out of her.
"...I was j-just exploring, okay? I didn't pay attention to the scents!" Ashpaw whimpered, her bright eyes dimming with fear as she shook her head, almost starting to sob. I don't want to die- oh, I should've just paid attention more, or gone out later! This isn't good, this isn't good...Thrashing her long-furred tail with regret, she looked up towards the blank stare she'd been recieving with a gulp, her eyes widening. Even if he tried to stay emotionless, he kept looking scarier and scarier, and she got even more afraid with every word he seemed to speak. The tom was definitely intimidating, and she didn't want to end up dying on her first day out in the territory. "I'll do whatever you want, please! I'll keep my mouth shut, I'll tell a secret, I'll leave RiverClan, just please don't kill me!" The she-cat wheezed, her eyes shutting in a dreadful kind of anticipation for what was about to happen next. Maybe he'd let her go, maybe he'd take her up on her propositions-- or maybe he would decide to get rid of her anyways.

Teza
May 3rd, 2017, 12:27 PM
"...I was j-just exploring, okay? I didn't pay attention to the scents!" Ashpaw whimpered, her bright eyes dimming with fear as she shook her head, almost starting to sob. I don't want to die- oh, I should've just paid attention more, or gone out later! This isn't good, this isn't good...Thrashing her long-furred tail with regret, she looked up towards the blank stare she'd been recieving with a gulp, her eyes widening. Even if he tried to stay emotionless, he kept looking scarier and scarier, and she got even more afraid with every word he seemed to speak. The tom was definitely intimidating, and she didn't want to end up dying on her first day out in the territory. "I'll do whatever you want, please! I'll keep my mouth shut, I'll tell a secret, I'll leave RiverClan, just please don't kill me!" The she-cat wheezed, her eyes shutting in a dreadful kind of anticipation for what was about to happen next. Maybe he'd let her go, maybe he'd take her up on her propositions-- or maybe he would decide to get rid of her anyways.

Ratpaw couldn't help himself. He pricked his ears at her propositions. 'I could let her go until she becomes a warrior, but then there is no garuntee that she would come back to Thunderclan with me after. I wonder if...' the tom thought for a moment. "You will dome back to Thunderclan with me. You will say you wish to join. Makeup a reason as to why you wish to leave Riverclan. I am not to be involved in it if you wish to live. You will only ever leave my side if our mentors go separate ways for training, hunting, or patrols. If I am not in the clearing then stay by my siblings," he said in an authorative voice. The tom then got off of her, smiling lightly. "My name is Ratpaw, what's yours?" his smile was more like a smirk, but then again, it was genuine. He would be keeping this female next to him for the rest of her life after all, might as well make it enjoyable for the both of them.

Fel
May 3rd, 2017, 05:09 PM
Ratpaw couldn't help himself. He pricked his ears at her propositions. 'I could let her go until she becomes a warrior, but then there is no garuntee that she would come back to Thunderclan with me after. I wonder if...' the tom thought for a moment. "You will dome back to Thunderclan with me. You will say you wish to join. Makeup a reason as to why you wish to leave Riverclan. I am not to be involved in it if you wish to live. You will only ever leave my side if our mentors go separate ways for training, hunting, or patrols. If I am not in the clearing then stay by my siblings," he said in an authorative voice. The tom then got off of her, smiling lightly. "My name is Ratpaw, what's yours?" his smile was more like a smirk, but then again, it was genuine. He would be keeping this female next to him for the rest of her life after all, might as well make it enjoyable for the both of them.

...What? Alright, that was the choice she didn't think he'd choose. Of course, she'd acted before she thought again, though this cat didn't really seem like one who would accept anything else other than the deal she'd already made. However, anything would be better than death, in her eyes- and did she even have cats who wanted her to stay in RiverClan? Her mother, Birchstep, had already died, and her father was still shaken from her death. Of course her sister Cinderpaw would miss her, but the rest of her siblings weren't very close to her, and she didn't really have any friends with her clingy demeanor. She'd made cats turn away from her with how needy she was, but it almost seemed like this cat wanted her in ThunderClan for some reason. "W-Why do you want me there, or to stay by your side?" She mumbled quietly, her eyes darting to the side awkwardly as she was still trembling- his voice had gotten scarier and scarier, and she wasn't someone who handled terror with a good attitude. "My name's A-Ashpaw." She whispered, her paws shaking as her eyes darted around the area with a whimper.

Teza
May 3rd, 2017, 06:03 PM
...What? Alright, that was the choice she didn't think he'd choose. Of course, she'd acted before she thought again, though this cat didn't really seem like one who would accept anything else other than the deal she'd already made. However, anything would be better than death, in her eyes- and did she even have cats who wanted her to stay in RiverClan? Her mother, Birchstep, had already died, and her father was still shaken from her death. Of course her sister Cinderpaw would miss her, but the rest of her siblings weren't very close to her, and she didn't really have any friends with her clingy demeanor. She'd made cats turn away from her with how needy she was, but it almost seemed like this cat wanted her in ThunderClan for some reason. "W-Why do you want me there, or to stay by your side?" She mumbled quietly, her eyes darting to the side awkwardly as she was still trembling- his voice had gotten scarier and scarier, and she wasn't someone who handled terror with a good attitude. "My name's A-Ashpaw." She whispered, her paws shaking as her eyes darted around the area with a whimper.


'Many questions... Maybe this was a mistake...' thought the young tom. He mentally shook his head. She was beautiful and seemed to be of descend intelligence. When he took over Thunderclan, he decided, she would be by his side. "It's not of your concern as to why I want you with me, only that if you ever leave my side when it is not under one of the conditions previously stated, you will die." Ratpaw then started walking away from the border. "Come with me, Ashpaw. You will be my partner when the time comes," he decided. He glanced back, hoping he didn't have to kill her for attempting abandonment of him. He would treat her well if she behaved. 'She better behave...'

Fel
May 3rd, 2017, 07:29 PM
'Many questions... Maybe this was a mistake...' thought the young tom. He mentally shook his head. She was beautiful and seemed to be of descend intelligence. When he took over Thunderclan, he decided, she would be by his side. "It's not of your concern as to why I want you with me, only that if you ever leave my side when it is not under one of the conditions previously stated, you will die." Ratpaw then started walking away from the border. "Come with me, Ashpaw. You will be my partner when the time comes," he decided. He glanced back, hoping he didn't have to kill her for attempting abandonment of him. He would treat her well if she behaved. 'She better behave...'
At the threat of her death if she didn't obey Ratpaw's orders, Ashpaw nodded towards his answers, not wanting to try to anger the beast anymore than he already was- she didn't know exactly how many siblings he had, or even who they were- she expected that she'd figure out soon enough. Come with me, Ashpaw. You will be my partner when the time comes. It sounded like a death sentence to her- she was about to land herself into a world of hurt, but anything to her would be better than death- which was a definite possibility, since the older apprentice looked to be a lot stronger than she did. Turning to follow him quietly, she took a good look towards RIverClan with a face of both confusion and longing- she didn't really want to leave, but she didn't have a choice. Bye, Cinderpaw. I'll miss you.

And there she went.

Empress Of Evil
May 12th, 2017, 10:05 PM
How was she so cheerful? It was both annoying, amusing, and surprisingly making Falconclaw forget that he didn't want to be talking to a cat outside of his own Clan. What, did she have some sort of superpower that made it impossible to not smile around her? How weird. How annoying. He didn't need this. He didn't need her to be a friend to him. And he certainly didn't need her cheerfulness, no matter how sweet it seemed. Don't you have anything better to do? He wanted to ask, but he thought it might offend her. Offend her! What was he thinking? It wouldn't matter if he offended her!
 
He was trying to get rid of her, for StarClan's sake! Why wouldn't she just go and leave him alone, he didn't know. Annoyed and more frustrated then he had been in a long time, not with the she cat but with himself, Falconclaw sighed and tried to pay attention to her words. But he was still so bothered that it was hard for him to concentrate, and he ended up just smiling and nodding and trying to look like he was actually paying attention. Oh, how rude. And yet he didn't mind it. Perhaps he just couldn't help it, maybe... maybe that was all? Falconclaw sighed again as the tip of his tail suddenly seemed to go crazy with twitching, twitching back and forth and flicking up and down, all over the place.
 
"You could be right. You're entitled to your opinion, anyways." Nothing I can do to change it. That was Falconclaw's solid view, that you were entitled to your own opinion. What was he supposed to do if you thought that StarClan was real or not real? Sure, you had been taught what you had been taught. It seemed that ex-loners and ex-kittypets had the hardest time believing things like that. Falconclaw himself wasn't really sure... sure, he had been brought up to believe that StarClan existed, but sometimes he found himself sincerely doubting it. Like, almost too much.
 
Too much for it to be very healthy, anyways. Oh Falconclaw. A normal cat with all but normal beliefs. And yet, some things he spoke-- or thought-- ended up being very great advice. Surprisingly enough, coming from this particular cat. It wasn't to be expected, not with Falconclaw, anyways. He was... different. Different from other cats and different from pretty much anyone who decided to cross his path. A weirdo, as some might delicately put it. Though no one had actually called him that, Falconclaw was pretty paranoid on the subject, constantly thinking that they were believing that. At this thought, his hues darkened as he glanced at the feline, a look as though she were evil coming over his features.
 
What did she want with him? Oh yeah-- a conversation. And he had swallowed it, hook, line and sinker. What an idiot she must think he was! For believing this junk. STUPID!!! He wanted to snarl in her face, lash out at her, tell her to go away... but her next cheerful, constant stream of words made him think otherwise. Until her question. She wanted to know why he cared? Fine, then. He would tell her exactly why. And probably send her away... perhaps he'd see something other then that stupid smile on her features, anyways. Now, Falconclaw didn't really think this. But he was angry.
 
And sometimes anger made him lash out in ways that he didn't mean to. Ways that he hadn't thought he would do before. "You want to know, hm?" His voice was condescending, like she were a young kit. Please don't do this... a part of his brain seemed to be begging him, but he brushed it aside. Brushed it off, as he always did. No! He was going to do this. Forget the fact that she was being so nice to him. Forget the fact that, although they might be in rival Clans, there were cross-clan friendships and relationships happening all the time. Relationships? That escalated quickly, he thought with a chuckle. Wait a minute... what was he doing?! Oh yeah. In the middle of getting ready to explode in this she cat's face.
 
Just take it easy. No reason to go all out, just... give her some slack. That was one thought that entered the tom's mind before he sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you. I'm not a nice cat, alright? I'm not the best cat who's ever lived. I'm not as bad as your 'Bucknight,' but I'm not as good as little perfect Snowstar." The way that he said the word made it close to painfully obvious that he did not like the feline. "So I wouldn't be talking to me, if I were you, precious. I don't want an accident to happen." He sounded threatening. "And besides. I get possessive. So, if you let me get attached... you're asking for something to happen."
 
Asking for disaster. For death of a loved one. For everything bad to descend upon them in the form of Falconclaw. Because, as it had already been stated and now answered... he was not a nice cat. It wasn't really an answer to the question she had asked, more to her statement. But Falconclaw did get attached easily and once he did, he was possessive. He was more then that. He got angry if Spottedsong, his current best friend, so much as looked at another tom. Because he owned her. He controlled her. She was his, plain and simple, and she kept disappearing to some unknown place. And he was going to find out where.
 
Because there was no way, no way in StarClan or here, that he was going to let her get mixed up in some scheme. Right? When her smile faded after she spoke, a look of surprise crossed his face. Looks like it was able to disappear after all. That was the last thing he would have expected from Miss 'it's always sunny where I live' Cloudrain. And yet he felt bad, too. Bad because he realized that she did have negative or worried emotions as well. That shouldn't happen! That shouldn't happen to sweet cats, they should forever be free and without worries! And yet here was Cloudrain, looking the exact opposite of carefree and happy.
 
She looked worried. And it made Falconclaw feel more protective. But, a moment later, the optimistic expression returned to her features. A friendly gleam returned to her eyes. She looked happy once more, and that protective feeling faded. "So. Just warning you... you're getting yourself into this." Little apprentice, he almost added, but managed to bite his tongue just in time. That would be rude! And he wasn't a rude cat all the time. Surely not. Surely he wasn't that bad. And yet sometimes he felt otherwise. Like he was extraordinarily rude, and it made him feel bad for having Cloudrain put up with him. The poor cat. But the bad feeling didn't last long, and soon Falconclaw's proud, somewhat haughty and arrogant expression, returned to his features.

for Empress Of Evil

How could Cloudrain possibly be so cheerful? Wasn’t this something that lots of cats seemed to wonder about? Well, if they did, then the warrior definitely hadn’t noticed. She was too….naive. She didn’t have a very large attention span and only payed attention to the important things. Not the very specific things. What cats thought of her? Well that was something that she didn’t bother to care about. She didn’t really have magical powers to make others smile though. That wasn’t magic, it was just her. It was like a disease. And if you were lucky enough to catch it, then you would be living through a time of great happiness.

Why wasn’t she leaving? Well that wasn’t something that most cats wondered. But Cloudrain simply never left a good conversation. Was this a good conversation? Yes. In Cloudrain’s opinion anyway. It didn’t matter much if the other cat wasn’t enjoying the chat with her, if Cloudrain was happy, she wouldn’t leave you anytime soon. The she-cat could chat away all day and nothing would be able to stop her unless something managed to distract her. The warrior strongly believed that everyone always needed someone to talk to. Everyone had a mouth for a reason, and the silver tabby liked making sure that no cat wasted it. The warrior hated wasting anything after all. The she-cat was very resourceful and made good use of everything that she had in reach. What good would it be to get rid of something that still had its purposes?

“Well of course I am! It’s my opinion after all,” Cloudrain responded, giggling to herself. Wasn’t that a funny thought? An opinion was something that you believed, so why wouldn’t you be entitiled to it? Sometimes, Cloudrain found herself wondering about whether she was indeed the dumbest of all the cats in the clans, or actually the smartest. Some of the things that other cats say just make her laugh her head off. Perhaps ‘dumbest of all the cats in the clans’ was a bit farfetched, but the silver tabby did believe that she wasn’t the smartest cat that you could find. Her brain was mainly focused on positive things, rather than smart things. She wasn’t a cat genius. She was nowhere near the point of a genius, and she honestly didn’t care one bit. The warrior knew what she wanted to do in life, and she was just going to keep to that. She wasn’t intent on making cool discoveries or having the title of ‘smartest cat in the clan’, she simply wanted to have fun. Having to think up strategies and all that stuff just made her feel as though her brain would explode from an overload of information.

Typical Cloudrain. She’s a professional at making cats happy and cheerful, yet she sucks at thinking up strategies and all the other smart things that cats think about. She just couldn’t cope with all the information in her mind. She wasn’t built for that kind of stuff. The she-cat was always happy to know that she wasn’t the one leading the clan and her best friend was instead. She would probably be the death of RiverClan if she had to lead them. Plus, leading was no fun. Being allowed and able to boss everyone around, there was no fun in that. And you had to be a good role model. Cloudrain just couldn’t do that. She liked being silly. She liked playing pranks. She was fun and oblivious, that was what made her different from everyone else.

If Cloudrain could hear all of the thoughts that were going through his mind, she would probably be fuming. Actually, maybe not. The she-cat didn’t get angered very easily. She never took anything seriously enough so it meant that she couldn’t possibly get an opportunity to be angry. She took everything positively and didn’t get offended because of this. The warrior viewed a lot of the words that some cats spoke as a joke. Even if it was an offensive statement, Cloudrain would be able to tell but she wouldn’t take any notice of it. Even if the she-cat wasn’t the smartest cat on the planet, and even if she was very oblivious, she wasn’t completely dumb. She could definitely tell when someone was angry at her or insulting her, she just decided to ignore it.

As the tom spoke, she looked up curiously to see what he had to say now. All it had taken was that one sentence. That one sentence had had an angry tone to it. Cloudrain however, wasn’t the slightest bit scared for what was going to come. “Well it’d be nice to know,” the she-cat replied enthusiastically, grinning widely at the tom. Her expression of cheerfulness seemed to make her look altogether so innocent. Like she could crumble the moment that Falconclaw said something the slightest bit hurtful or scary. But she wouldn’t. Cloudrain didn’t just crumble to pieces with a snap of your fingers. It took more than words to hurt her. In the silver she-cat’s case, actions hurt more than words. She used so many words every day that it was just too hard to affect her with them. Physical abuse might be the only thing to break through her barriers.

He wasn’t a nice cat? This confused the warrior slightly. He seemed nice to her, so maybe he just didn’t think highly of himself? “What are you talking about? You seem very nice to me,” Cloudrain complimented cheerily. “Well uh duh. No one could ever be as bad as Bucknight, and by the way, Snowstar isn’t perfect. No one’s perfect. Although I do hear she’s very nice. What’s she like?” the she-cat asked eagerly, not realising that she had started to ramble away. But she just had so many questions and queries in her mind that she just couldn’t help it. She had taken no notice of the way that Falconclaw had said Snowstar’s name, so she didn’t say anything about it. From what she had heard, the new ThunderClan leader was very nice. But from other rumours she had also heard that she had accused of WindClan of murder. When she had heard the second statement, she hadn’t been sure what to think about her then. But a little voice at the back of her mind just told her to believe that she was a nice cat. Cloudrain wasn’t going to judge anything for their actions, especially if they came from another clan. Everything that happened in all the other clans didn’t apply to her and so she didn’t have to stick her nose into everyone else's business. “Oh don’t worry about that, you don’t have to get possessive over me. As pretty and cool as I am, I don’t need a protector or anything of the sort,” Cloudrain said jokingly, giggling loudly at her own joke.

Clourain always laughed at her own jokes. Even if the joke was said to another cat, she still laughed at it because she found it funny. And sometimes, she laughed just so she wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed if the other cat didn’t laugh in response. But she didn’t do it very often, seeing as she didn’t care what others thought about her and her jokes. The silver tabby never said a joke just to make another cat laugh, she intended to make herself laugh as well. After all, even the ‘cheerer upper’ needed to have a good laugh sometimes. Cloudrain strongly believed that everyone deserved to laugh. Even if you were the most evil cat in the world, you still had all rights to laugh. At times, the warrior even wondered if twolegs laughed. Did they? The she-cat wanted to know but she wouldn’t dare risk breaking into a twoleg nest just to find out if they laughed. That wouldn’t be worth it. Perhaps it would be best if Cloudrain just lived her life never knowing the secrets that a twoleg held. Twolegs were quite intimidating in her opinion. The tabby warrior had once seen a fellow clanmate captured by a twoleg and it had not been a pleasant sight. Seeing all their paws stroking their pelt had sent shivers down her spine. How could kittypets possibly live with all those hairless paws touching their beautiful fur? It disgusted her. What if those paws were contaminated? Twolegs had no fur to protect their paws from becoming infected. But then again, you couldn’t get an infection that easily. And not every infection was contagious. That was what Cloudrain thought, even if she had no knowledge of injuries, illnesses and other medicine cat related things.

Even if most cats thought of her life as one without any problems, it was really far from that. Cloudrain’s life was generally problem free, however when she did come across a problem, it was a massive one. That was another thing that made the she-cat stand out from everyone else. When she had a problem it was bigger than the average problem however it only happened occasionally. Most cats came across problems every day of their lives but they were mostly small ones. Was that fair? That was yet another thing that Cloudrain sometimes found herself wondering about. But then again, life wasn’t fair. And it probably wasn’t going to ever be fair. It was a challenge that everyone had to go through and overcome.

“Getting myself into what?” Cloudrain asked questioningly, her brows furrowing in confusion. She really didn’t know what he was talking about. She had thought that what he had said before was just him joking around, but maybe she hadn’t taken him seriously enough. Now she was confused and she was probably going to annoy Falconclaw even more than she was. But if she had a question, she was going to ask it. The tabby wasn’t very sure about what he was implementing and was starting to regret taking lots of things as a joke. Oblivious little Cloudrain. This was the side that was starting to show through. The warrior wasn’t even quite sure as to why she felt so curious as to know what he had meant. She even felt slightly worried. But she just couldn’t put a paw on it. She felt ever so scared by she didn’t know why. It was just her mental instinct that was kicking in but it was giving her an insufficient amount of information. Her senses were tingling. It was tingling in the kind of way that it did when she could sense she was in danger. But looking around, nothing seemed like it would suddenly jump out at her and maul her to death. Her icy blue gaze soon landed on the tom in front of her. Surely he couldn’t be the cause of this strange feeling? Staring into his gaze, she felt like backing away and running back to camp. But….she was just getting to know this tom. And even if she felt like she was in danger around him, she could tell that she was really enjoying this chat with him. She didn’t want to leave, she wanted to know more, even if she was feeling slightly scared. What’s happening? She thought, her eyes clouding with emotions of confusion, fear and curiosity.
What had she fallen into?

wickedvirtues
May 20th, 2017, 11:41 AM
Almondpaw sighed, the young tom saw no need for arguments, let alone battles, over the stupidity of a boarder. To the young tom, all cats were mostly equal on either side. The RiverClan cat was loyal, nobody could argue against that, but he didn't get why boarders were so important to Clan cats. Almond rested his head on his paws, on the RiverClan side things looked so different from ThunderClan's. He shook his head, his loyalty was with his own Clan. "Stop this mouse-brained questioning, Almondpaw!" He growled to himself, ears flattened as he turned and began to pace along the boarder, glancing at ThunderClan's side every few minutes.

RedHead
May 23rd, 2017, 09:35 PM
Trees. And grass. And... Thunderclan. Burn hadn't been to his old home in a while. Constantly traveling, the ginger tom didn't find a need to go back to his old clan. But for some reason, he did. He knew he was on the border, in between Riverclan and Thunderclan. The tom wondered for a moment how things were going in his clan. And how his old mate was doing... No Burn, you need to focus. On what you came here for. There was an abundance of cats in the clans, and Burn knew that he could probably run into a cat here, on this border. He also used to live in Thunderclan, and even though he had left multiple moons ago, he could still pass of as a Thunderclan cat. So the tom stepped onto the Thunderclan side, and awaited any cat to come.
Any cat, he honestly didn't care at this point. Burn needed some fun.

Ludicrous Lunacy

Ludicrous Lunacy
May 24th, 2017, 09:28 PM
Trees. And grass. And... Thunderclan. Burn hadn't been to his old home in a while. Constantly traveling, the ginger tom didn't find a need to go back to his old clan. But for some reason, he did. He knew he was on the border, in between Riverclan and Thunderclan. The tom wondered for a moment how things were going in his clan. And how his old mate was doing... No Burn, you need to focus. On what you came here for. There was an abundance of cats in the clans, and Burn knew that he could probably run into a cat here, on this border. He also used to live in Thunderclan, and even though he had left multiple moons ago, he could still pass of as a Thunderclan cat. So the tom stepped onto the Thunderclan side, and awaited any cat to come.
Any cat, he honestly didn't care at this point. Burn needed some fun.

Ludicrous Lunacy

Ugh. That was the one word that could describe the grey cat's mood. Her brother bejewled with kits and the reank of his mate, she was all but a mere shadow. This wasn't right. Through her hazy memory, her knowledge of him, she knew he was far too weak to be the one any cat admired. A sniveling little coward, he was, a mere whisper on the brisk wind. All buttercups and marigolds, not a speck of dirt on his paws, she reckoned; Russetstar probably made sure of that. And so, the molly walked alongside the border, her dullish silver coat reflecting the refracted light that danced on any dawdling dewdrop. Beautiful, splendid, sure, but nearly sizzling. She practically had steam billowing from her hind-flicked ears. The molly was so busy fuming that it took her a heartbeat--a vital heartbeat--to notice the tom before her. Hastily maintaining her composure, the femme meowed in a voice flowing smooth as the river and with the venom of a wasp sting, "Hello, there. Who might you be?"

RedHead
May 27th, 2017, 08:21 PM
Ugh. That was the one word that could describe the grey cat's mood. Her brother bejewled with kits and the reank of his mate, she was all but a mere shadow. This wasn't right. Through her hazy memory, her knowledge of him, she knew he was far too weak to be the one any cat admired. A sniveling little coward, he was, a mere whisper on the brisk wind. All buttercups and marigolds, not a speck of dirt on his paws, she reckoned; Russetstar probably made sure of that. And so, the molly walked alongside the border, her dullish silver coat reflecting the refracted light that danced on any dawdling dewdrop. Beautiful, splendid, sure, but nearly sizzling. She practically had steam billowing from her hind-flicked ears. The molly was so busy fuming that it took her a heartbeat--a vital heartbeat--to notice the tom before her. Hastily maintaining her composure, the femme meowed in a voice flowing smooth as the river and with the venom of a wasp sting, "Hello, there. Who might you be?"


At the sound of a voice, Burn turned to see a pretty molly, her silver fur shining in the dim light of the early morning. Burn could feel anger radiating off of her, and he cocked his head slightly at the venemous tone in her words. Ouch. A little on the feisty side, aren't we? Burn flicked his ears a little, looking into the she-cat's blue hues for a few moments. The silence dragged on, but that is what Burn wanted. It made him more intriguing. At last, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, I might be Burntheart, just a simple Thunderclan warrior, patrolling the border." Burn was clever and smart. Of course he ha thought to use his old warrior name in a situation like this one. That way, she wouldn't question him being out here. He was all alone though, normally patrollers went with a, well, patrol. Oh well, Burn was smart. He would now how to handle any questioning this she-cat threw at him, an once she trusted him.... Burn would have his fun, breaking her heart that is. He wouldn't intentionally break her heart, no. He couldn't do that. She would do that part. Because she-cat's hearts were extremely fragile. And just leaving them could break it. Burn had learned that the hard way. It happened with Mapleheart.
But Burn would not think about her right now. Right now, it was about this she-cat in front of him. A Riverclan she-cat by the smell of her. Perfect, just perfect. And Burn meant it. He hadn't yet met many Riverclan cats, and so this was going to be fun for him. "And who are you? I expect you to have some watery name? If not, please don't take any offense." Burn had to play his cards carefully right now. He had no idea what this cat was like, so he had to try and seem vague with his own personality he wa going to portray until he knew what she was like. So Burn was going to be hanging around this place for a while.

lone
May 29th, 2017, 09:17 AM
Rolling her eyes, the older female inwardly groaned. Of course Minkpaw wasn't paying attention; she could see it in their expression. Why were they so difficult to deal with? Perhaps Amberflame should have told Gyrestar outright that she wasn't going to do this. But, she doubted the fun-loving leader would have payed much attention to what she said at the moment anyways. "Come on." She mewed, leading the way away from the border and onto the next one. Now, if Amberflame could have been in any other Clan, she would have picked RiverClan. And incidentally, that was where they ended up. "You should notice that there's a stronger scent of fish here. That's RiverClan. RiverClan cats are pretty strong; but they aren't agile or fast, and they aren't the smartest. I guess it depends on which RiverClan cat it is, but most aren't. Their greatest advantage is the water. Ours would be that, while we aren't as fast or agile as a WindClan cat, we're definitely more so then a RiverClan one." She paused, glancing down at the feline beside her. "We aren't in any trouble with RiverClan right now and I would prefer to keep it that way. The best way to do that is to just ignore them. Don't look at a RiverClan cat, talk to a RiverClan cat, or even walk in the direction of a RiverClan cat. Stay away from this border; understood?" This time, she stopped and looked down at them. Whether her message about the WindClan border had gotten through was uncertain, but she was going to make sure that this one did. Absolutely, positively, NO going near the RiverClan border. And certainly no crossing it.
AbsurdJinx

seasalt
May 30th, 2017, 10:32 AM
Nighty | The Eye Of The Storm

Leafwatcher was sitting by his rather favorite spot, it was close to the Seastone's, and the ocean, a lovely looking place, to be honest. He absolutely loved to watch the ocean, the waves crash onto the shore, it was a lovely blue as well, and the perfect place to think too, to think about what was going on at the moment as well. And, it was close to where he met Stormwing, very close even, perhaps right behind him as well. And, that place was also a favorite spot of his to think. But, today, he wanted to listen to the ocean for a moment, to listen to its beautiful sound. It was the most comforting sound a tom like him could ask for, really it was. It was rather calm, like himself too, so it fit rather well with his personality. It was true, Leafwatcher was a rather calm, and thoughtful tom cat, who had a lot of empathy. But... the ocean wasn't a cat, so it didn't really matter, didn't it. What Grasstuft asked last night was rather strange, to say the least. Their was tension between her clan, and WindClan, but... their wasn't anything really all that interesting going on, unless he was worried about something that was gonna happen in the future. Dead cats did kinda know the future, in a limited, in a gut feeling I guess, right? Leafwatcher thought, a rather puzzled expression on his face, sitting their, where the trees thinned out. Fresh air. Lovely. His tail twitched a bit as he thought, a concerned expression on his face, then turned into calm one. Well, whatever was gonna happen, he would live through it, and his clan too. If a battle was coming, he would try to help his clan, it would be his first one anyways.

goddess of ducks
May 30th, 2017, 11:55 PM
Nighty | The Eye Of The Storm

Leafwatcher was sitting by his rather favorite spot, it was close to the Seastone's, and the ocean, a lovely looking place, to be honest. He absolutely loved to watch the ocean, the waves crash onto the shore, it was a lovely blue as well, and the perfect place to think too, to think about what was going on at the moment as well. And, it was close to where he met Stormwing, very close even, perhaps right behind him as well. And, that place was also a favorite spot of his to think. But, today, he wanted to listen to the ocean for a moment, to listen to its beautiful sound. It was the most comforting sound a tom like him could ask for, really it was. It was rather calm, like himself too, so it fit rather well with his personality. It was true, Leafwatcher was a rather calm, and thoughtful tom cat, who had a lot of empathy. But... the ocean wasn't a cat, so it didn't really matter, didn't it. What Grasstuft asked last night was rather strange, to say the least. Their was tension between her clan, and WindClan, but... their wasn't anything really all that interesting going on, unless he was worried about something that was gonna happen in the future. Dead cats did kinda know the future, in a limited, in a gut feeling I guess, right? Leafwatcher thought, a rather puzzled expression on his face, sitting their, where the trees thinned out. Fresh air. Lovely. His tail twitched a bit as he thought, a concerned expression on his face, then turned into calm one. Well, whatever was gonna happen, he would live through it, and his clan too. If a battle was coming, he would try to help his clan, it would be his first one anyways.

The stocky young Trainee slipped through the territory towards the Clans. She had been recovering cell from the battle between Skyclan and the Syndicate. She had gotten several scrapes and bruises, and a gash on her left shoulder. The skin there was still there, raw and still soft. It was healed enough though that it moved like normal skin, flexed like it did, so it didn't bother her. She hadn't had the chance to prove herself to Ajax though. Skyclan had come on too fast and too strong. She hadn't been ready. She had been defeated. She wanted to impress Ajax and that certainly hadn't worked in her favor. She was cunning and ambitious. She wanted to do something that would get Ajax to see her with respect and admiration, but lately he was too busy focused in Onyx. It just meant though that she would have to do something extra noticeable to get his attention.

Hence the reason she was here. She came to find someone to hurt to show what she had to Ajax. Amya crept lightly through the light patches of forest. Eventually, she found a shallow spot where she could cross easily. Her long brown mottled fur got lightly soaked, absorbing the mist swirling around. She took in a deep breath, smelling the scents. The thick, rich scents of oak, birch and leaves confirmed the fact that she was in the land of Thunderclan. Along with the scents though, she smelled a scent of cat. So she followed, her expectations coming true faster than she had expected.

seasalt
May 31st, 2017, 05:18 PM
The stocky young Trainee slipped through the territory towards the Clans. She had been recovering cell from the battle between Skyclan and the Syndicate. She had gotten several scrapes and bruises, and a gash on her left shoulder. The skin there was still there, raw and still soft. It was healed enough though that it moved like normal skin, flexed like it did, so it didn't bother her. She hadn't had the chance to prove herself to Ajax though. Skyclan had come on too fast and too strong. She hadn't been ready. She had been defeated. She wanted to impress Ajax and that certainly hadn't worked in her favor. She was cunning and ambitious. She wanted to do something that would get Ajax to see her with respect and admiration, but lately he was too busy focused in Onyx. It just meant though that she would have to do something extra noticeable to get his attention.

Hence the reason she was here. She came to find someone to hurt to show what she had to Ajax. Amya crept lightly through the light patches of forest. Eventually, she found a shallow spot where she could cross easily. Her long brown mottled fur got lightly soaked, absorbing the mist swirling around. She took in a deep breath, smelling the scents. The thick, rich scents of oak, birch and leaves confirmed the fact that she was in the land of Thunderclan. Along with the scents though, she smelled a scent of cat. So she followed, her expectations coming true faster than she had expected.
Leafwatcher suddenly felt uneasy, like really uneasy. His ear twitched, a nervous look in his eyes, as he stood up, and look around with the uneasy feeling still in his throat, so to speak. Whatever's out their, they aren't a good thing to be near... He unsheathed his claws, digging into the ground as he stood their, keeping himself steady as she stared around, tail lashing dangerously. Well, maybe he was just thinking about this, just hearing things, or feeling things. "Maybe... its just nothing..." He thought, and muttered, but the uneasy expression still didn't leave his face. Not for one second. He would stay alert, just for one more minute and then, he would finally relax. It would be perfectly fine. Besides, why would someone even attack him? Perhaps a rogue, yes, but he didn't smell any cat different from the scent of ThunderClan, so he hoped he was safe enough at the moment. "I'll be just fine..." Leafwatcher reassured himself rather quietly, and quickly. He would be fine. Well... he hoped he would be just fine. At least, he was prepared. Or... as prepared as he could be in this certain situation.

goddess of ducks
June 1st, 2017, 01:26 AM
Leafwatcher suddenly felt uneasy, like really uneasy. His ear twitched, a nervous look in his eyes, as he stood up, and look around with the uneasy feeling still in his throat, so to speak. Whatever's out their, they aren't a good thing to be near... He unsheathed his claws, digging into the ground as he stood their, keeping himself steady as she stared around, tail lashing dangerously. Well, maybe he was just thinking about this, just hearing things, or feeling things. "Maybe... its just nothing..." He thought, and muttered, but the uneasy expression still didn't leave his face. Not for one second. He would stay alert, just for one more minute and then, he would finally relax. It would be perfectly fine. Besides, why would someone even attack him? Perhaps a rogue, yes, but he didn't smell any cat different from the scent of ThunderClan, so he hoped he was safe enough at the moment. "I'll be just fine..." Leafwatcher reassured himself rather quietly, and quickly. He would be fine. Well... he hoped he would be just fine. At least, he was prepared. Or... as prepared as he could be in this certain situation.

Amya laid low, watching the newly discovered Thunderclan warrior. They didn't look too old, either an old apprentice or young warrior. Either way, Amya felt strength and assurance in her abilities, so she didn't hesitate long. She wanted Ajax to notice her, and not focus so much on his beloved Onyx. Yes, she saw them together, how Ajax just worshipped him. She didn't know if that's what Onyx felt back but she didn't care. All she wanted was for Ajax to see her the same way he saw Onyx. She slowly crept closer, keeping low, sucking in her gut to keep her long belly fur from dragging the ground and rustling the leaves. As she came nearer, the wind changed, so that the other cat was downwind if her. She would be fine, but only if that cat was nose blind, or just utterly dumb and not paying attention. She'd have to go now though, before her cover was blown and she lost the element of surprise. And so, she leaped, claws outstretched, aimed for the warrior.

AbsurdJinx
June 1st, 2017, 06:40 PM
Rolling her eyes, the older female inwardly groaned. Of course Minkpaw wasn't paying attention; she could see it in their expression. Why were they so difficult to deal with? Perhaps Amberflame should have told Gyrestar outright that she wasn't going to do this. But, she doubted the fun-loving leader would have payed much attention to what she said at the moment anyways. "Come on." She mewed, leading the way away from the border and onto the next one. Now, if Amberflame could have been in any other Clan, she would have picked RiverClan. And incidentally, that was where they ended up. "You should notice that there's a stronger scent of fish here. That's RiverClan. RiverClan cats are pretty strong; but they aren't agile or fast, and they aren't the smartest. I guess it depends on which RiverClan cat it is, but most aren't. Their greatest advantage is the water. Ours would be that, while we aren't as fast or agile as a WindClan cat, we're definitely more so then a RiverClan one." She paused, glancing down at the feline beside her. "We aren't in any trouble with RiverClan right now and I would prefer to keep it that way. The best way to do that is to just ignore them. Don't look at a RiverClan cat, talk to a RiverClan cat, or even walk in the direction of a RiverClan cat. Stay away from this border; understood?" This time, she stopped and looked down at them. Whether her message about the WindClan border had gotten through was uncertain, but she was going to make sure that this one did. Absolutely, positively, NO going near the RiverClan border. And certainly no crossing it.
@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)

Minkpaw unintentionally strayed from Amberflame's side every now and then, their nose twitching at every new scent that was introduced to them. Curiosity lead them away from their mentor, but they never walked too far. They always kept within the line of sight of the older feline, careful not to further irritate the poor cat. When a fishy scent caught Minkpaw's attention, they rushed back to Amberflame's side, glancing up at their mentor with sincere interest. They wrinkled they nose, too, which displayed their distaste in the watery scent.

Their ears rolled roughly, straining to hear another cat - a RiverClan cat, to be precise. Minkpaw yearned to be introduced to a stranger warrior, to learn something new. They imagined a sturdy, mouse-brained warrior lumbering towards both Minkpaw and Amberflame, and excitement made their fur rise on end. They firmly believed they could successfully take on a RiverClan cat, releasing a victory yowl after chasing their opponent back to their own camp. Minkpaw, however, took note from Amberflame's lesson that there were no tensions between ThunderClan and RiverClan at the moment. They were not interested in being the cause of a war between two Clans, and so they nodded honestly in response to Amberflame's order, deciding to avoid the fishy border.

seasalt
June 3rd, 2017, 07:07 AM
Amya laid low, watching the newly discovered Thunderclan warrior. They didn't look too old, either an old apprentice or young warrior. Either way, Amya felt strength and assurance in her abilities, so she didn't hesitate long. She wanted Ajax to notice her, and not focus so much on his beloved Onyx. Yes, she saw them together, how Ajax just worshiped him. She didn't know if that's what Onyx felt back but she didn't care. All she wanted was for Ajax to see her the same way he saw Onyx. She slowly crept closer, keeping low, sucking in her gut to keep her long belly fur from dragging the ground and rustling the leaves. As she came nearer, the wind changed, so that the other cat was downwind if her. She would be fine, but only if that cat was nose blind, or just utterly dumb and not paying attention. She'd have to go now though, before her cover was blown and she lost the element of surprise. And so, she leaped, claws outstretched, aimed for the warrior.
Nighty
Leafwatcher knew some cat was their, and he wasn't going to pull down his guard anytime soon. That wouldn't end well, not well at all. He was super on edge, why would some cat even want to kill him? He wasn't a danger, or a bother to some evil plan or something. Leafwatcher wouldn't get involved in it anyways, unless it would threaten his clan. And if it did, he would get involved, but not too much for a cat to try to kill him. So it was unlikely, very unlikely. Unless...... He gave a silent hiss as Anya suddenly leapt from the grass. That was fast...? Instinct went threw him as he rolled to the side. That would do it. Instead of landing on his back, the cat would fall to the ground. And, if he was lucky, not land on their feet. But that probably wouldn't happen. Leafwatcher slowly unsheathed his claws, digging them into the ground when he got up, steadying himself through narrowed eyes.

lone
June 3rd, 2017, 06:18 PM
Minkpaw unintentionally strayed from Amberflame's side every now and then, their nose twitching at every new scent that was introduced to them. Curiosity lead them away from their mentor, but they never walked too far. They always kept within the line of sight of the older feline, careful not to further irritate the poor cat. When a fishy scent caught Minkpaw's attention, they rushed back to Amberflame's side, glancing up at their mentor with sincere interest. They wrinkled they nose, too, which displayed their distaste in the watery scent.


Their ears rolled roughly, straining to hear another cat - a RiverClan cat, to be precise. Minkpaw yearned to be introduced to a stranger warrior, to learn something new. They imagined a sturdy, mouse-brained warrior lumbering towards both Minkpaw and Amberflame, and excitement made their fur rise on end. They firmly believed they could successfully take on a RiverClan cat, releasing a victory yowl after chasing their opponent back to their own camp. Minkpaw, however, took note from Amberflame's lesson that there were no tensions between ThunderClan and RiverClan at the moment. They were not interested in being the cause of a war between two Clans, and so they nodded honestly in response to Amberflame's order, deciding to avoid the fishy border.

Amberflame could understand being curious. This was a new place! A big place. But, it was important that Minkpaw did not cross the border. They needed to understand that they were in the middle of something bigger then just 'I'm curious, let me see what's across this strange place.' Her hues narrowed and she took a quick glance over the border, wondering if any RiverClan cats were nearby. The thought of one of the fishy, sometimes musky smelling cats coming anywhere near her made her fur bristle unpleasantly. Then again, Amberflame was very rarely pleasant. It just didn't seem to be the type of thing that she was exactly 'into.' "Now. The border is here-- again, you can't see it." She stepped fowards to the invisible line when she spoke the word 'here' and glanced back meaningfully at Minkpaw. They were easily distracted, and she wanted to make sure that they completely and totally realized where the border was.
 
Too many apprentices had 'accidentally' crossed the borders before, and she didn't want the embarassment of hers being one of 'those cats'. She sincerely disliked RiverClan cats, and the thought of Minkpaw being involved in something with one of them... whether a fight or a forbidden relationship... disgusted her. "If you do see a RiverClan cat, you are to get a warrior. Do not play the little hero. You shouldn't be this far out on your own anyways, but if you decide to do as you wish, then you are not to engage in conversation or a fight with them. Do you understand?" She asked, her voice lowering to a dangerous volume as she tried to look directly into the younger feline's hues. To be honest, she was more worried about her own position in the Clan and what it would mean for her then it would for them. Still, she didn't want Minkpaw to be hurt either.

goddess of ducks
June 5th, 2017, 10:12 AM
Nighty
Leafwatcher knew some cat was their, and he wasn't going to pull down his guard anytime soon. That wouldn't end well, not well at all. He was super on edge, why would some cat even want to kill him? He wasn't a danger, or a bother to some evil plan or something. Leafwatcher wouldn't get involved in it anyways, unless it would threaten his clan. And if it did, he would get involved, but not too much for a cat to try to kill him. So it was unlikely, very unlikely. Unless...... He gave a silent hiss as Anya suddenly leapt from the grass. That was fast...? Instinct went threw him as he rolled to the side. That would do it. Instead of landing on his back, the cat would fall to the ground. And, if he was lucky, not land on their feet. But that probably wouldn't happen. Leafwatcher slowly unsheathed his claws, digging them into the ground when he got up, steadying himself through narrowed eyes.

Amya missed. Now she was frustrated with herself for not taking better precautions. Her leg crumpled under her, as she had planned on landing on a car and not the ground. She rolled over, but was able to shakily spring back to her paws. She hissed and the warrior, as she regained her senses. She was still a bit dizzy from the role and the world still swayed around her. As it slowed and eventually stopped, the warrior came back into view. He was to her right, so she stepped towards him, fangs bared. She had to show Ajax how good she was at fighting; because after the battle with Skyclan, she had had her left shoulder torn by some apprentice, and he had not been happy about that. Now she sought redemption. She lashed out, claws unsheathed and her short and stocky leg swing through the air. This was a warning, because she knew all too well that she was shorter than the average cat, that made for her short and stocky form.

seasalt
June 5th, 2017, 10:31 AM
Amya missed. Now she was frustrated with herself for not taking better precautions. Her leg crumpled under her, as she had planned on landing on a car and not the ground. She rolled over, but was able to shakily spring back to her paws. She hissed and the warrior, as she regained her senses. She was still a bit dizzy from the role and the world still swayed around her. As it slowed and eventually stopped, the warrior came back into view. He was to her right, so she stepped towards him, fangs bared. She had to show Ajax how good she was at fighting; because after the battle with Skyclan, she had had her left shoulder torn by some apprentice, and he had not been happy about that. Now she sought redemption. She lashed out, claws unsheathed and her short and stocky leg swing through the air. This was a warning, because she knew all too well that she was shorter than the average cat, that made for her short and stocky form.

Leafwatcher gave out a hiss, anger flaring into his expression, his peace had been disturbed, by who? A Dusk Syndicate Cat. Hatred blossomed like a blaze from his leaf-green eyes. He was NOT happy with the situation. And watched as the cat regained their senses, with a slight satisfaction, and full on amusement. It was good to see a cat of a group he hated so much look so dazed. It was fulfilling and ultimately satisfying. As the small she cat stepped toward her, he snarled at her, and we she swung, he made his neck go back, hoping to make it miss, hopefully. And, it did, by an inch. But he didn't let the fact sink in, and he lashed right back, where it hit, Leafwatcher didn't care, as long as he didn't miss.

AbsurdJinx
June 8th, 2017, 02:44 PM
Amberflame could understand being curious. This was a new place! A big place. But, it was important that Minkpaw did not cross the border. They needed to understand that they were in the middle of something bigger then just 'I'm curious, let me see what's across this strange place.' Her hues narrowed and she took a quick glance over the border, wondering if any RiverClan cats were nearby. The thought of one of the fishy, sometimes musky smelling cats coming anywhere near her made her fur bristle unpleasantly. Then again, Amberflame was very rarely pleasant. It just didn't seem to be the type of thing that she was exactly 'into.' "Now. The border is here-- again, you can't see it." She stepped fowards to the invisible line when she spoke the word 'here' and glanced back meaningfully at Minkpaw. They were easily distracted, and she wanted to make sure that they completely and totally realized where the border was.
 
Too many apprentices had 'accidentally' crossed the borders before, and she didn't want the embarassment of hers being one of 'those cats'. She sincerely disliked RiverClan cats, and the thought of Minkpaw being involved in something with one of them... whether a fight or a forbidden relationship... disgusted her. "If you do see a RiverClan cat, you are to get a warrior. Do not play the little hero. You shouldn't be this far out on your own anyways, but if you decide to do as you wish, then you are not to engage in conversation or a fight with them. Do you understand?" She asked, her voice lowering to a dangerous volume as she tried to look directly into the younger feline's hues. To be honest, she was more worried about her own position in the Clan and what it would mean for her then it would for them. Still, she didn't want Minkpaw to be hurt either.

Minkpaw stared at Amberflame the entire time their mentor spoke, a blank look in their eyes as they day-dreamed. However, they seemed to understand the gist of Amberflame's warning as they nodded seriously and frowned at the invisible line of the border. They stopped to wonder how they'd engage in conversation with an enemy cat, seeing that they couldn't speak. And they wondered how they would react if they were to meet a rival member of another clan. Would they cower in fear? Or hiss with hostility? How would the opponent react? Especially to Minkpaw's speech disability? Would they understand they couldn't speak? Or would they take their silence as defiance?

Minkpaw leapt to their paws, adopting a bright grin as they playfully jumped. They stepped closer to their mentor, unintentionally bumping their flanks together before bouncing further away with an amused expression. They moved as if they were on catnip, with wobbly legs and exaggerated movements. They relied completely on Amberflame at the moment, looking at their mentor with such respect - though the respect was sorta hidden behind a kit-like joy. If only Minkpaw was aware that Amberflame cared more for herself than her own apprentice.

goddess of ducks
June 8th, 2017, 11:47 PM
Leafwatcher gave out a hiss, anger flaring into his expression, his peace had been disturbed, by who? A Dusk Syndicate Cat. Hatred blossomed like a blaze from his leaf-green eyes. He was NOT happy with the situation. And watched as the cat regained their senses, with a slight satisfaction, and full on amusement. It was good to see a cat of a group he hated so much look so dazed. It was fulfilling and ultimately satisfying. As the small she cat stepped toward her, he snarled at her, and we she swung, he made his neck go back, hoping to make it miss, hopefully. And, it did, by an inch. But he didn't let the fact sink in, and he lashed right back, where it hit, Leafwatcher didn't care, as long as he didn't miss.

Amya saw the triumph in the glare. Not what she was hoping for. She had to be on the winning side. She couldn't loose, not again. She snarled, but as she did so it was cut short as a pair of claws raked across her opened mouth. Claws caught the outside skin, and then the soft inside on the other. The bitter tang of blood flooded her mouth. Blood of the enemy, good, satisfactory. Tasting your own blood? Just disgusting and humiliating. She growled, making direct eye contact with the warrior. She jumped out at them, aiming for the neck, but feigned at the last moment and twirled to the side, trying to connect with the fur and flesh on their flank. Not as damaging as a neck hit, but painful enough. Getting them worn down would be best. She couldn't take a dead cat back to show Ajax, they would still have to be alive, but no one said anything about being conscious. Smirking, the new plan unfolded in her mind. Get him injured enough to weaken him, knock him unconscious and then take him to Ajax and finish him there. Boom, fool proof plan to win Ajax's respect.

seasalt
June 9th, 2017, 10:55 AM
Amya saw the triumph in the glare. Not what she was hoping for. She had to be on the winning side. She couldn't loose, not again. She snarled, but as she did so it was cut short as a pair of claws raked across her opened mouth. Claws caught the outside skin, and then the soft inside on the other. The bitter tang of blood flooded her mouth. Blood of the enemy, good, satisfactory. Tasting your own blood? Just disgusting and humiliating. She growled, making direct eye contact with the warrior. She jumped out at them, aiming for the neck, but feigned at the last moment and twirled to the side, trying to connect with the fur and flesh on their flank. Not as damaging as a neck hit, but painful enough. Getting them worn down would be best. She couldn't take a dead cat back to show Ajax, they would still have to be alive, but no one said anything about being conscious. Smirking, the new plan unfolded in her mind. Get him injured enough to weaken him, knock him unconscious and then take him to Ajax and finish him there. Boom, fool proof plan to win Ajax's respect.
The Eye Of The Storm (Moxie should come in the second post I make.)
Leafwatcher gave a hiss right back at the Dusk Syndicate cat, pure hatred in his optics, it was pure truly hatred. He loathed those vile cats, and one was standing right below him. He'd consider them as cats that he could kill, and kill he wanted. But, the blood, he'd almost shudder at the thought of killing another cat, but, if it had to be done, it had to be done. Satisfaction went through the bengal tabby as the blow connected, good. And then the vile creature jumped, he gave out a snarl, and then a screech as the her blow to his flank hit, it hurt, but not by much. Now he was here to kill. And kill he'll try. With a hiss of pain, but also hatred. He slashed toward Amya, hopefully to hit the chest, hopefully. Hopefully. His plan was simple, chase her off, and go back to report this to Snowstar. Hopefully, if he didn't get that injured before that happened. Leafwatcher hoped he could make it, or chase the cat off. Dusk Syndicate cats were vicious, and probably wouldn't leave without a fight. The wound was weighing down on her, blood tickling down his leg, he gave a hiss of pain. Great StarClan it hurt.

goddess of ducks
June 11th, 2017, 09:05 PM
The Eye Of The Storm (Moxie should come in the second post I make.)
Leafwatcher gave a hiss right back at the Dusk Syndicate cat, pure hatred in his optics, it was pure truly hatred. He loathed those vile cats, and one was standing right below him. He'd consider them as cats that he could kill, and kill he wanted. But, the blood, he'd almost shudder at the thought of killing another cat, but, if it had to be done, it had to be done. Satisfaction went through the bengal tabby as the blow connected, good. And then the vile creature jumped, he gave out a snarl, and then a screech as the her blow to his flank hit, it hurt, but not by much. Now he was here to kill. And kill he'll try. With a hiss of pain, but also hatred. He slashed toward Amya, hopefully to hit the chest, hopefully. Hopefully. His plan was simple, chase her off, and go back to report this to Snowstar. Hopefully, if he didn't get that injured before that happened. Leafwatcher hoped he could make it, or chase the cat off. Dusk Syndicate cats were vicious, and probably wouldn't leave without a fight. The wound was weighing down on her, blood tickling down his leg, he gave a hiss of pain. Great StarClan it hurt.

Amya saw something change in their gaze. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it didn't look good. Their gaze hardened, and they seemed more determined. Or was that her mind playing tricks? If she was going to do this then she would have to move quickly. She locked her eyes onto the other cat, matching their hostile and determined gaze. She knew though, that her green orbs held a youthful cunning and energy, unlike the older warrior, however old they might be. Her focus was hindering her though. She was so intent on trying to get done with her self assigned job that she wasn't paying attention to every move the cat was making. And due to that factor, the blow landed in the side of her chest, the claws raking through her fur and skin. Blood squirted out, spilling onto the ground. She yowled in anguish and pain. Her slightly panicked gaze dropped down to her chest, where blood was oozing out. That had been inches away from hitting a vital blood vessel, she knew. She had gotten lucky. Her vision begun to darken. Was she dying? No, she wasn't loosing enough blood. But why was it getting darker? Unconsciousness. That's what was happening, too much blood was lost in a certain time, but not enough to kill her. She could push through, she could keep going. She aimed, what seemed like several well aimed strikes for the chest, in retaliation. But in actuality they were swing all over, with no form or precision.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 09:09 AM
Orchidpaw took off after Tumblepaw. She kept her eyes on the male apprentice in front of her, never letting them move. Even a little bit. It was like they were glued to him. Her legs were a blur as she ran, making sure never to get distracted and move her gaze. The truth was, she was following him. If she moved her gaze, she would get distracted and get left in the dust. He was so fast that would happen.

(Continue at Riverclan Thunderclan border?)

With the RiverClan border in sight, Tumblepaw slowed down a bit. He slowed to a stop by the border, a huge smile brightening his features. That run felt amazing! He had forgotten what it felt like to race someone; he had felt like he was flying! The tom looked back at Orchidpaw happily, waiting for her to approach.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 09:13 AM
With the RiverClan border in sight, Tumblepaw slowed down a bit. He slowed to a stop by the border, a huge smile brightening his features. That run felt amazing! He had forgotten what it felt like to race someone; he had felt like he was flying! The tom looked back at Orchidpaw happily, waiting for her to approach.

The white molly approached him, panting. "You're faster than I expected." she said with a small smile. He was definitely fast. She knew he was going to be fast, but he was way faster than she had expected. The white apprentice gave her shoulder fur a quick lick, her eyes shining. Now she was going to know better then to challenge a cat about how fast they were, especially if it was Tumblepaw.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 09:24 AM
The white molly approached him, panting. "You're faster than I expected." she said with a small smile. He was definitely fast. She knew he was going to be fast, but he was way faster than she had expected. The white apprentice gave her shoulder fur a quick lick, her eyes shining. Now she was going to know better then to challenge a cat about how fast they were, especially if it was Tumblepaw.
He purred. "You were pretty fast too," he replied. Tumblepaw turned to the border, gazing out across RiverClan territory. "You know, with enough training, you could be as fast as me. Together, we could be faster than WindClan!" He looked over at Orchidpaw with a grin, eyes shining.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 09:34 AM
He purred. "You were pretty fast too," he replied. Tumblepaw turned to the border, gazing out across RiverClan territory. "You know, with enough training, you could be as fast as me. Together, we could be faster than WindClan!" He looked over at Orchidpaw with a grin, eyes shining.

"Maybe, But Windclan's pretty fast." Orchdipaw was a cat with high hopes, but everyone knew that Windclan was the fastest clan. There was no doubt about it. You could be the fastest cat in Riverclan, Shadowclan, or Thunderclan, but she doubted you could ever be as fast as Windclan. They could probably beat the other clans in a race, by a lot.

As these thoughts raced around Orchdidpaw's head, she returned the smile to him. She decided to ignore her negative thoughts. She was usually positive anyway, it would do her no good to start being negative now.

Orchidpaw padded over to sit next to Tumblepaw. Her gaze wandered over Riverclan territory as far as it could reach. River clan territory sure was pretty."Isn't Riverclan territory pretty?" she asked, not meaning to change the subject, to captured by its beauty. The water seemed to dance in the light, and the river turned over every obstacle in its path. She had never been able to gaze at something not on their territory for so long, she never got to notices beauty. Sure Riverclanners were fish-faces, but they had a nice spot in their territory.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 09:40 AM
"Maybe, But Windclan's pretty fast." Orchdipaw was a cat with high hopes, but everyone knew that Windclan was the fastest clan. There was no doubt about it. You could be the fastest cat in Riverclan, Shadowclan, or Thunderclan, but she doubted you could ever be as fast as Windclan. They could probably beat the other clans in a race, by a lot.

As these thoughts raced around Orchdidpaw's head, she returned the smile to him. She decided to ignore her negative thoughts. She was usually positive anyway, it would do her no good to start being negative now.

Orchidpaw padded over to sit next to Tumblepaw. Her gaze wandered over Riverclan territory as far as it could reach. River clan territory sure was pretty."Isn't Riverclan territory pretty?" she asked, not meaning to change the subject, to captured by its beauty. The water seemed to dance in the light, and the river turned over every obstacle in its path. She had never been able to gaze at something not on their territory for so long, she never got to notices beauty. Sure Riverclanners were fish-faces, but they had a nice spot in their territory.
Tumblepaw tilted his head in agreement. "That's true." The tom curled his tail around his paws, brushing Orchidpaw's pelt as he did. He flattened his ears, not meaning to touch her and hoping she didn't think he was weird. Looking back out at RiverClan territory, he studied it, thinking about his answer. "Yes," he said simply. "It is." The river sparkled with different shades of blue as the light touched it and Tumblepaw could see the dark shapes of fish swimming in it's depths. "I bet you I could catch a fish," he said suddenly, glancing over at Orchidpaw mischievously.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 09:48 AM
Tumblepaw tilted his head in agreement. "That's true." The tom curled his tail around his paws, brushing Orchidpaw's pelt as he did. He flattened his ears, not meaning to touch her and hoping she didn't think he was weird. Looking back out at RiverClan territory, he studied it, thinking about his answer. "Yes," he said simply. "It is." The river sparkled with different shades of blue as the light touched it and Tumblepaw could see the dark shapes of fish swimming in it's depths. "I bet you I could catch a fish," he said suddenly, glancing over at Orchidpaw mischievously.

Orchidpaw flinched when his tail brushed her fur. She decided to ignore it, knowing it was an accident.

The molly filled with relief when he didn't note she had changed the subject. She had, but in a very nice way. It was always a relief to her, when cats didn't note something you had done wrong, or they thought was wrong unless they happened to be your mentor.

She looked at him, a 'yeah, no' expression on her face. "Go ahead and try oh mighty Riverclan cat." she teased, smirk appearing on her features. Him catch a fish? No way! That was impossible! Orchidpaw was a polite cat though, so she just sat there, waiting for him to try. He probably wouldn't catch a fish. He definitely wouldn't catch a fish. He was a Thunderclan cat, not a Riverclan cat. Actually, thats why it was going to be fun to watch.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 10:01 AM
Orchidpaw flinched when his tail brushed her fur. She decided to ignore it, knowing it was an accident.

The molly filled with relief when he didn't note she had changed the subject. She had, but in a very nice way. It was always a relief to her, when cats didn't note something you had done wrong, or they thought was wrong unless they happened to be your mentor.

She looked at him, a 'yeah, no' expression on her face. "Go ahead and try oh mighty Riverclan cat." she teased, smirk appearing on her features. Him catch a fish? No way! That was impossible! Orchidpaw was a polite cat though, so she just sat there, waiting for him to try. He probably wouldn't catch a fish. He definitely wouldn't catch a fish. He was a Thunderclan cat, not a Riverclan cat. Actually, thats why it was going to be fun to watch.
Tumblepaw looked at her. "I will! I'll catch a fish and you have to eat it," he teased. Padding forward, he stared down into the water, watching fish flash past. He leaned forward, one paw raised, before striking his paw into the water. His eyes widened as he missed the fish and tumbled into the water. The water closed over his head, and Tumblepaw churned his paws in the water, trying to swim back to shore. After what seemed like forever, his paw finally touched pebbles and he pulled himself up to dry land, choking. Even though he couldn't swim that well, he wasn't that far into the water so it wasn't too much of a life-threatening situation. "Okay," he gasped to his fellow apprentice. "I can't catch a fish."

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 10:05 AM
Tumblepaw looked at her. "I will! I'll catch a fish and you have to eat it," he teased. Padding forward, he stared down into the water, watching fish flash past. He leaned forward, one paw raised, before striking his paw into the water. His eyes widened as he missed the fish and tumbled into the water. The water closed over his head, and Tumblepaw churned his paws in the water, trying to swim back to shore. After what seemed like forever, his paw finally touched pebbles and he pulled himself up to dry land, choking. Even though he couldn't swim that well, he wasn't that far into the water so it wasn't too much of a life-threatening situation. "Okay," he gasped to his fellow apprentice. "I can't catch a fish."

A look of triumph appeared on Orchdipaw's face. "Told you so." she purred in satisfaction. "You are no Riveclan cat, thats for sure!" she purred, looking at his drenched fur. She was glad she wasn't the one who had tried to catch a fish.Her thick pelt would have been drenched, and she would be shivering more then him. Whenever you get wet you feel colder, but since she had a thick pelt, it would be hard for her to just. But, he also might be colder then she, because his fur was so short.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 10:10 AM
A look of triumph appeared on Orchdipaw's face. "Told you so." she purred in satisfaction. "You are no Riveclan cat, thats for sure!" she purred, looking at his drenched fur. She was glad she wasn't the one who had tried to catch a fish.Her thick pelt would have been drenched, and she would be shivering more then him. Whenever you get wet you feel colder, but since she had a thick pelt, it would be hard for her to just. But, he also might be colder then she, because his fur was so short.
Tumblepaw flicked his ears. "Hey, I could've drowned! Where's my sympathy?" he pouted with a grin. "And I'm shivering, and cold, and I could die!" he flopped to the ground dramatically. He groaned, pretending to be dead.

(Sorry for the short reply)

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 10:15 AM
Tumblepaw flicked his ears. "Hey, I could've drowned! Where's my sympathy?" he pouted with a grin. "And I'm shivering, and cold, and I could die!" he flopped to the ground dramatically. He groaned, pretending to be dead.

(Sorry for the short reply)

(It happens to all of us ;))

Orchidpaw let out an amused purr. "Oh no! What ever shall I do? The great Tumblepaw has died!" she purred, going along with it. "Well, I'm not that strong, guess I'll have to leave him here." she said, getting to her paws,and taking a few step in the opposite direction. She waited for him notice, completely aware he actually was cold. She would help him later, for now, what they were doing was fun.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 10:28 AM
(It happens to all of us ;))

Orchidpaw let out an amused purr. "Oh no! What ever shall I do? The great Tumblepaw has died!" she purred, going along with it. "Well, I'm not that strong, guess I'll have to leave him here." she said, getting to her paws,and taking a few step in the opposite direction. She waited for him notice, completely aware he actually was cold. She would help him later, for now, what they were doing was fun.
Tumblepaw tried not to smile, after all, he was dead. As Orchidpaw walked away, he cracked open one eye. Smiling, he stood up, pretending he was a StarClan cat. Smoothly, he padded towards her. "Orchidpaw! How could you leave my body there to be eaten by foxes and badgers?" he wailed, shaking his head at her. He started to pad backwards and hid behind a tree. "How could you....." he made his voice fainter as if his spirit was fading.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 10:36 AM
Tumblepaw tried not to smile, after all, he was dead. As Orchidpaw walked away, he cracked open one eye. Smiling, he stood up, pretending he was a StarClan cat. Smoothly, he padded towards her. "Orchidpaw! How could you leave my body there to be eaten by foxes and badgers?" he wailed, shaking his head at her. He started to pad backwards and hid behind a tree. "How could you....." he made his voice fainter as if his spirit was fading.

Orchidpaw rolled her eyes. "Oh no! Starclan has spoken to me! she cried, falling to the ground dramatically. Of course she knew he was faking it, but it wouldn't hurt to play along. She sprawled herself out and let out a gran as though she had died to. After a while of just lying there, she got to her paws and followed Tumblepaw behind the tree. She snuck up behind him, bunched her muscles, and pounced.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 10:48 AM
Orchidpaw rolled her eyes. "Oh no! Starclan has spoken to me! she cried, falling to the ground dramatically. Of course she knew he was faking it, but it wouldn't hurt to play along. She sprawled herself out and let out a gran as though she had died to. After a while of just lying there, she got to her paws and followed Tumblepaw behind the tree. She snuck up behind him, bunched her muscles, and pounced.
Tumblepaw was laughing silently as he watched Orchidpaw. Hearing something, he turned his head. When he saw nothing, he shrugged, turning back to Orchidpaw. Wait. Where'd she go? Just as he was wondering that, he felt a weight on his back and he screeched. He froze, not sure what to do. After a heart-stopping moment of thinking, he rolled over, crushing his opponent.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 10:54 AM
Tumblepaw was laughing silently as he watched Orchidpaw. Hearing something, he turned his head. When he saw nothing, he shrugged, turning back to Orchidpaw. Wait. Where'd she go? Just as he was wondering that, he felt a weight on his back and he screeched. He froze, not sure what to do. After a heart-stopping moment of thinking, he rolled over, crushing his opponent.

Orchidopaw let out a playful growl. "Dead cats.... are.... supposed to be..... light." she managed, making sure to have a playful tone, though it was hard when you were being squished. She took a deep breath. "Get off me, will ya?" she asked, managing for her not to trail off and take long breathes in-between. The molly did not exactly appreciate being squished. It was hard to talk, and it was hard to breathe.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 11:03 AM
Orchidopaw let out a playful growl. "Dead cats.... are.... supposed to be..... light." she managed, making sure to have a playful tone, though it was hard when you were being squished. She took a deep breath. "Get off me, will ya?" she asked, managing for her not to trail off and take long breathes in-between. The molly did not exactly appreciate being squished. It was hard to talk, and it was hard to breathe.
"Orchidpaw?" The tom hopped off of her. "I thought you were a RiverClan warrior!" His eyes were wide. He was not exactly the best fighter, so Orchidpaw gave him quite a scare. Although, to be honest, he wasn't as terrified knowing that even if it was a RiverClan warrior, Orchidpaw would have been there to help.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 11:07 AM
"Orchidpaw?" The tom hopped off of her. "I thought you were a RiverClan warrior!" His eyes were wide. He was not exactly the best fighter, so Orchidpaw gave him quite a scare. Although, to be honest, he wasn't as terrified knowing that even if it was a RiverClan warrior, Orchidpaw would have been there to help.

"Me? A Riverclan warrior?" she asked, surprise in her voice, she had thought they were still playing. "Its just me." she purred, then she looked down at her fur. It was wet, go figure. The molly gave a slightly amused nice somewhere in-between a growl and a purr. She rasped her tongue over it, for a while, when it still wasn't dry, a idea formed in her mind. She stood up, and moved closer to him. Then, she shot her fur so all the little droplets went flying on him. There weren't very many droplets, but it was enough to annoy her.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 11:14 AM
"Me? A Riverclan warrior?" she asked, surprise in her voice, she had thought they were still playing. "Its just me." she purred, then she looked down at her fur. It was wet, go figure. The molly gave a slightly amused nice somewhere in-between a growl and a purr. She rasped her tongue over it, for a while, when it still wasn't dry, a idea formed in her mind. She stood up, and moved closer to him. Then, she shot her fur so all the little droplets went flying on him. There weren't very many droplets, but it was enough to annoy her.
Tumblepaw nodded, a little bit embarrassed. He licked his chest fur, smoothing it down. Looking back up at Orchidpaw, he froze when he saw her moving closer. Thoughts raced through his mind, but they were shattered when water sprayed all over him. "Hey!" he yelped, leaping back. His eyes narrowed playfully and he took a step forward, then another, and another. "You better run," he hissed playfully, eyes gleaming.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 11:20 AM
Tumblepaw nodded, a little bit embarrassed. He licked his chest fur, smoothing it down. Looking back up at Orchidpaw, he froze when he saw her moving closer. Thoughts raced through his mind, but they were shattered when water sprayed all over him. "Hey!" he yelped, leaping back. His eyes narrowed playfully and he took a step forward, then another, and another. "You better run," he hissed playfully, eyes gleaming.

Orchidpaw's eyes lit up. This was going to be fun! The white and tan molly turnaround, and raced as fast as she could away from the Thunderclan border. She was completely aware that at any moment, he would take off after her, and he was really fast. At least this time she had a head start.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 11:41 AM
Orchidpaw's eyes lit up. This was going to be fun! The white and tan molly turnaround, and raced as fast as she could away from the Thunderclan border. She was completely aware that at any moment, he would take off after her, and he was really fast. At least this time she had a head start.
Tumblepaw grumbled as she raced off away from the border. "Mouse-dung! I can't push her in the river now." He started running after Orchidpaw, slowly catching up as he was still cold. When he got close enough, he pounced, aiming for her back.

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 11:48 AM
Tumblepaw grumbled as she raced off away from the border. "Mouse-dung! I can't push her in the river now." He started running after Orchidpaw, slowly catching up as he was still cold. When he got close enough, he pounced, aiming for her back.

Great! I knew a head start wouldn't help! Orchidpaw felt a wait land on her back, so she rolled over, squishing Tumblepaw. The molly then got off him and looked down at him. "How did that feel?" she asked a purr in her voice. She asked him because thats what he had done to her, well pretty close to it anyway.

The Mad Katter
June 22nd, 2017, 11:51 AM
Great! I knew a head start wouldn't help! Orchidpaw felt a wait land on her back, so she rolled over, squishing Tumblepaw. The molly then got off him and looked down at him. "How did that feel?" she asked a purr in her voice. She asked him because thats what he had done to her, well pretty close to it anyway.
Tumblepaw squeaked as he was crushed, but got up as soon as Orchidpaw let him up. He shrugged. "Well, mostly I couldn't breath because of your fluffiness." He pawed at her pelt with a grin. "But you're light, so it wasn't that bad."

Cosmo
June 22nd, 2017, 01:55 PM
Tumblepaw squeaked as he was crushed, but got up as soon as Orchidpaw let him up. He shrugged. "Well, mostly I couldn't breath because of your fluffiness." He pawed at her pelt with a grin. "But you're light, so it wasn't that bad."

"Well..." Orchidpaw purred. "Now we're even. You squished me, I squished you." she gave him a small smile. Then the molly turned around and head away from the Riverclan border. Soon she could no longer see the beautiful water. Orchid paw glanced over her shoulder to see if Tumblepaw was following her.

(Continue in Thunderclan territory)

lone
June 26th, 2017, 02:16 PM
How could Cloudrain possibly be so cheerful? Wasn’t this something that lots of cats seemed to wonder about? Well, if they did, then the warrior definitely hadn’t noticed. She was too….naive. She didn’t have a very large attention span and only payed attention to the important things. Not the very specific things. What cats thought of her? Well that was something that she didn’t bother to care about. She didn’t really have magical powers to make others smile though. That wasn’t magic, it was just her. It was like a disease. And if you were lucky enough to catch it, then you would be living through a time of great happiness.


Why wasn’t she leaving? Well that wasn’t something that most cats wondered. But Cloudrain simply never left a good conversation. Was this a good conversation? Yes. In Cloudrain’s opinion anyway. It didn’t matter much if the other cat wasn’t enjoying the chat with her, if Cloudrain was happy, she wouldn’t leave you anytime soon. The she-cat could chat away all day and nothing would be able to stop her unless something managed to distract her. The warrior strongly believed that everyone always needed someone to talk to. Everyone had a mouth for a reason, and the silver tabby liked making sure that no cat wasted it. The warrior hated wasting anything after all. The she-cat was very resourceful and made good use of everything that she had in reach. What good would it be to get rid of something that still had its purposes?

“Well of course I am! It’s my opinion after all,” Cloudrain responded, giggling to herself. Wasn’t that a funny thought? An opinion was something that you believed, so why wouldn’t you be entitiled to it? Sometimes, Cloudrain found herself wondering about whether she was indeed the dumbest of all the cats in the clans, or actually the smartest. Some of the things that other cats say just make her laugh her head off. Perhaps ‘dumbest of all the cats in the clans’ was a bit farfetched, but the silver tabby did believe that she wasn’t the smartest cat that you could find. Her brain was mainly focused on positive things, rather than smart things. She wasn’t a cat genius. She was nowhere near the point of a genius, and she honestly didn’t care one bit. The warrior knew what she wanted to do in life, and she was just going to keep to that. She wasn’t intent on making cool discoveries or having the title of ‘smartest cat in the clan’, she simply wanted to have fun. Having to think up strategies and all that stuff just made her feel as though her brain would explode from an overload of information.

Typical Cloudrain. She’s a professional at making cats happy and cheerful, yet she sucks at thinking up strategies and all the other smart things that cats think about. She just couldn’t cope with all the information in her mind. She wasn’t built for that kind of stuff. The she-cat was always happy to know that she wasn’t the one leading the clan and her best friend was instead. She would probably be the death of RiverClan if she had to lead them. Plus, leading was no fun. Being allowed and able to boss everyone around, there was no fun in that. And you had to be a good role model. Cloudrain just couldn’t do that. She liked being silly. She liked playing pranks. She was fun and oblivious, that was what made her different from everyone else.

If Cloudrain could hear all of the thoughts that were going through his mind, she would probably be fuming. Actually, maybe not. The she-cat didn’t get angered very easily. She never took anything seriously enough so it meant that she couldn’t possibly get an opportunity to be angry. She took everything positively and didn’t get offended because of this. The warrior viewed a lot of the words that some cats spoke as a joke. Even if it was an offensive statement, Cloudrain would be able to tell but she wouldn’t take any notice of it. Even if the she-cat wasn’t the smartest cat on the planet, and even if she was very oblivious, she wasn’t completely dumb. She could definitely tell when someone was angry at her or insulting her, she just decided to ignore it.

As the tom spoke, she looked up curiously to see what he had to say now. All it had taken was that one sentence. That one sentence had had an angry tone to it. Cloudrain however, wasn’t the slightest bit scared for what was going to come. “Well it’d be nice to know,” the she-cat replied enthusiastically, grinning widely at the tom. Her expression of cheerfulness seemed to make her look altogether so innocent. Like she could crumble the moment that Falconclaw said something the slightest bit hurtful or scary. But she wouldn’t. Cloudrain didn’t just crumble to pieces with a snap of your fingers. It took more than words to hurt her. In the silver she-cat’s case, actions hurt more than words. She used so many words every day that it was just too hard to affect her with them. Physical abuse might be the only thing to break through her barriers.

He wasn’t a nice cat? This confused the warrior slightly. He seemed nice to her, so maybe he just didn’t think highly of himself? “What are you talking about? You seem very nice to me,” Cloudrain complimented cheerily. “Well uh duh. No one could ever be as bad as Bucknight, and by the way, Snowstar isn’t perfect. No one’s perfect. Although I do hear she’s very nice. What’s she like?” the she-cat asked eagerly, not realising that she had started to ramble away. But she just had so many questions and queries in her mind that she just couldn’t help it. She had taken no notice of the way that Falconclaw had said Snowstar’s name, so she didn’t say anything about it. From what she had heard, the new ThunderClan leader was very nice. But from other rumours she had also heard that she had accused of WindClan of murder. When she had heard the second statement, she hadn’t been sure what to think about her then. But a little voice at the back of her mind just told her to believe that she was a nice cat. Cloudrain wasn’t going to judge anything for their actions, especially if they came from another clan. Everything that happened in all the other clans didn’t apply to her and so she didn’t have to stick her nose into everyone else's business. “Oh don’t worry about that, you don’t have to get possessive over me. As pretty and cool as I am, I don’t need a protector or anything of the sort,” Cloudrain said jokingly, giggling loudly at her own joke.

Clourain always laughed at her own jokes. Even if the joke was said to another cat, she still laughed at it because she found it funny. And sometimes, she laughed just so she wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed if the other cat didn’t laugh in response. But she didn’t do it very often, seeing as she didn’t care what others thought about her and her jokes. The silver tabby never said a joke just to make another cat laugh, she intended to make herself laugh as well. After all, even the ‘cheerer upper’ needed to have a good laugh sometimes. Cloudrain strongly believed that everyone deserved to laugh. Even if you were the most evil cat in the world, you still had all rights to laugh. At times, the warrior even wondered if twolegs laughed. Did they? The she-cat wanted to know but she wouldn’t dare risk breaking into a twoleg nest just to find out if they laughed. That wouldn’t be worth it. Perhaps it would be best if Cloudrain just lived her life never knowing the secrets that a twoleg held. Twolegs were quite intimidating in her opinion. The tabby warrior had once seen a fellow clanmate captured by a twoleg and it had not been a pleasant sight. Seeing all their paws stroking their pelt had sent shivers down her spine. How could kittypets possibly live with all those hairless paws touching their beautiful fur? It disgusted her. What if those paws were contaminated? Twolegs had no fur to protect their paws from becoming infected. But then again, you couldn’t get an infection that easily. And not every infection was contagious. That was what Cloudrain thought, even if she had no knowledge of injuries, illnesses and other medicine cat related things.

Even if most cats thought of her life as one without any problems, it was really far from that. Cloudrain’s life was generally problem free, however when she did come across a problem, it was a massive one. That was another thing that made the she-cat stand out from everyone else. When she had a problem it was bigger than the average problem however it only happened occasionally. Most cats came across problems every day of their lives but they were mostly small ones. Was that fair? That was yet another thing that Cloudrain sometimes found herself wondering about. But then again, life wasn’t fair. And it probably wasn’t going to ever be fair. It was a challenge that everyone had to go through and overcome.

“Getting myself into what?” Cloudrain asked questioningly, her brows furrowing in confusion. She really didn’t know what he was talking about. She had thought that what he had said before was just him joking around, but maybe she hadn’t taken him seriously enough. Now she was confused and she was probably going to annoy Falconclaw even more than she was. But if she had a question, she was going to ask it. The tabby wasn’t very sure about what he was implementing and was starting to regret taking lots of things as a joke. Oblivious little Cloudrain. This was the side that was starting to show through. The warrior wasn’t even quite sure as to why she felt so curious as to know what he had meant. She even felt slightly worried. But she just couldn’t put a paw on it. She felt ever so scared by she didn’t know why. It was just her mental instinct that was kicking in but it was giving her an insufficient amount of information. Her senses were tingling. It was tingling in the kind of way that it did when she could sense she was in danger. But looking around, nothing seemed like it would suddenly jump out at her and maul her to death. Her icy blue gaze soon landed on the tom in front of her. Surely he couldn’t be the cause of this strange feeling? Staring into his gaze, she felt like backing away and running back to camp. But….she was just getting to know this tom. And even if she felt like she was in danger around him, she could tell that she was really enjoying this chat with him. She didn’t want to leave, she wanted to know more, even if she was feeling slightly scared. What’s happening? She thought, her eyes clouding with emotions of confusion, fear and curiosity.

What had she fallen into?
Why was she still complimenting him? And acting as though she knew him, as though he were a nice cat when it was perfectly obvious that he wasn't? How could Cloudrain still be so friendly towards him even after he hadn't been nice to her... not really, anyways. He was about to answer her when she started talking again. And going on, and on, and on about something. To be honest, Falconclaw wasn't quite sure what. He glanced at her with confusion in his brown hues. No one had ever been this persistently friendly with him before. At least, no she cat. Falconclaw seemed to intimidate more cats then he helped, if he were being honest. He was considered to be a bully. A bad cat. No one wanted to keep company with Falconclaw. Other then a select few cats, all cats whom he was very close with. It was near to impossible to get this set-in-his-ways tom to change his mind.
 
Why did Cloudrain want to know about Snowstar? "What's our kit-leader like?" He asked with a snort. The young leader had only just become a warrior, it seemed! She couldn't have been one for more then twelve moons - and he was guessing it had been less, more along the lines of nine or ten. She was twenty-something moons old right now, wasn't she? Perhaps she had only been a warrior for seven or eight moons. Not long enough to have much experience, and she had been deputy for an extremely short amount of time. He couldn't make up his mind who was worse, the kit-like leader or the new one who already had a mate and was going to have kits at a time like this. A time when WindClan was being so stubbornly awful. No one in ThunderClan liked WindClan as far as Falconclaw knew. And if they did, then he would call them traitors and let them die.
 
He would never save a cat who cared so much for their rival Clan at this point. And he hoped Snowstar would see them out of our Clan. "Well to start, she's pretty irresponsible. And she's always cheerful - kind of like you seem to be. I don't really trust her. She's not the type of leader I would call a "good one." But, she's friendly - I'll say that much for her." Falconclaw shrugged, his eyes snapping with frustration as he realized he had just told all this to a complete stranger. A RiverClan cat he had met by the border literally just now. A RiverClan cat that Falconclaw didn't want to have around. The type of RiverClan cat that seemed like he would get in trouble for talking to. Already he could tell that time was passing... valuable time, being thrown away, all while talking to this immature warrior. Right? She was immature, and irresponsible, and annoying.
 
He didn't like her at all. And he wished she would go away. Yeah, that was what he needed to keep telling himself. He was a loyal ThunderClan warrior that didn't need this RiverClanner in his business. Why had she wanted to talk to him of all the cats anyways? Why did she think he was nice? Why hadn't he just walked away from her long ago? The answer to all of these questions was confusing and jumbled in his head, and Falconclaw wished - oh how he wished - that sometime soon she would leave. Even a conversation with their kit-leader would have been better then this. She was barely old enough to know the ways of the world. Falconclaw had seen things. Many things. He remembered a lot and he knew he could remember even more if he were to search his memory. Honestly? The tom half-missed the days when Ratnight had controlled ThunderClan.
 
At least he had led in a responsible manner. Outlawing StarClan wasn't the worst thing that could happen, was it? No. Surely not. Certainly not. Falconclaw chuckled lowly at her joke, unsure whether she really wanted someone to laugh at it or not. If she hadn't, would she be laughing? This thought went back and forth in his head for a moment before he sighed. Perhaps it was better not to laugh. After all, he didn't want to find himself enjoying this 'Cloudrain's' company, now did he? No. He wasn't coming back to this border to have a conversation with her. Not now, and not ever. Perhaps now it was time to walk away. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her now, even if Falconclaw was determined not to get attached. Never had. Never would. Besides, Aime'Storm was probably waiting for him back in the clearing... perhaps there was a possibility the two could go hunting later today?
 
Or, maybe not. Maybe his friend was busy for the rest of the day. Either way, he was just about done with this RiverClanner. "Getting yourself into associating yourself with me. It's not always the best decision you could make and I hope you know how to deal with aggression - because I'm not used to being nice, and I certainly am not going to change for a single cat like you." His voice was low, angry, and he looked as though he were about to thrust his face into the other feline's. Time to walk away. He'd wasted most of the day here at this border, and Falconclaw certainly didn't wish to waste any more time with Cloudrain. If she wanted to associate herself with him? That was fine. But he wasn't going to associate himself with her... in his mind, she was just another cat that he would someday meet in battle and hopefully kill if he could.
 
That was a bit of a more violent thought then Falconclaw had meant to have. After all, while Cloudrain might be an enemy, at the moment the two Clans were neutral... and there was nothing that said he couldn't talk to her. After all, weren't friends made at the Gathering? Maybe there wasn't really a reason to hate Cloudrain. Perhaps Falconclaw just had a lot of bitterness stored up inside him. Either way, the tom turned and began to walk away, before looking back once more at the silvery cat and stopping where he was. Just a couple tail-lengths from where he had originally been at the border, a bit of an awkward distance, but who cared? Falconclaw certainly had never cared much about what others thought of him. At least, he liked to believe that. Truth was that he really did. Too much, even. But hey, that was okay, right? Surely no one would mind much if Falconclaw did need attention.
 
"I should get going. There are things to do back in ThunderClan, and just in case our "special" leader isn't doing them herself, I should make sure that cats aren't just lazing around. Time to get some hunting and stuff done... and I guess I'll see you around." The tom shrugged as though he couldn't really decide whether he would see Cloudrain 'around' or not before he walked away.

(we can end this here <3)

wickedvirtues
July 22nd, 2017, 03:30 PM
Constellation

A brown tom, no older than about 8 moons by the looks of him, walked cockily along the ThunderClan boarder. The young RiverClan cat had a sort of rebellious look in his eyes, like if he crossed the boarder marked with ThunderClan scent he wouldn't care. Well, that was because he didn't. To Almondpaw, who had left his Clan before and returned with street smarts and courage, the boarders didn't matter. They were separating cats who were all the same in his eyes, and he found it mouse-brained. He snorted at the scent-markers lining the boarder, the thing separating his Clan and.. he scented the air again, ThunderClan. He himself didn't think they were as bad as some other Cats said, but who was he to judge them? Almondpaw shrugged, looking a bit curious before the cocky stride took over his paws. He was bored, and he wanted to do something. He hadn't talked to Stormpaw in awhile, and he was curious to know if a ThunderClan apprentice would appear. He didn't understand how they could survive of gross land-prey, without a bit of fish in their diet. Then again, if they did eat fish, they'd steal it from his Clan! And, as rebellious as he was, Almondpaw unsheathed his claws at the thought of his Clanmates going hungry because of sharing their food-supply with another Clan. It was bad enough in Leaf-bare!


His eyes gazed across the boarder, waiting for any flash of someone he could chat to. Specifically another apprentice. Warriors were too strict, in his book. He could never have fun with them around! Almondpaw sat, in clear view, and began to groom his pelt. He'd leave, but only if he was forced to. He had no intentions of leaving on his own. That'd ruin his whole trip here! Almondpaw flicked his tail, smirking. ThunderClan, from what he'd heard, was protective of their territory. So, carefully, he placed a paw over the boarder, a smirk on his face. "Oh no! My paw slipped over the ThunderClan boarder!" He called, faking worry. "I need to be guided away from here, or else i'll be forced to find my next meal in their territory!" He called out after that, a smirk on his face as he cringed at the ThunderClan scent on his paw, the adventurous young apprentice now simply had to sit and wait.

Brilliance
July 23rd, 2017, 03:27 AM
Constellation

A brown tom, no older than about 8 moons by the looks of him, walked cockily along the ThunderClan boarder. The young RiverClan cat had a sort of rebellious look in his eyes, like if he crossed the boarder marked with ThunderClan scent he wouldn't care. Well, that was because he didn't. To Almondpaw, who had left his Clan before and returned with street smarts and courage, the boarders didn't matter. They were separating cats who were all the same in his eyes, and he found it mouse-brained. He snorted at the scent-markers lining the boarder, the thing separating his Clan and.. he scented the air again, ThunderClan. He himself didn't think they were as bad as some other Cats said, but who was he to judge them? Almondpaw shrugged, looking a bit curious before the cocky stride took over his paws. He was bored, and he wanted to do something. He hadn't talked to Stormpaw in awhile, and he was curious to know if a ThunderClan apprentice would appear. He didn't understand how they could survive of gross land-prey, without a bit of fish in their diet. Then again, if they did eat fish, they'd steal it from his Clan! And, as rebellious as he was, Almondpaw unsheathed his claws at the thought of his Clanmates going hungry because of sharing their food-supply with another Clan. It was bad enough in Leaf-bare!


His eyes gazed across the boarder, waiting for any flash of someone he could chat to. Specifically another apprentice. Warriors were too strict, in his book. He could never have fun with them around! Almondpaw sat, in clear view, and began to groom his pelt. He'd leave, but only if he was forced to. He had no intentions of leaving on his own. That'd ruin his whole trip here! Almondpaw flicked his tail, smirking. ThunderClan, from what he'd heard, was protective of their territory. So, carefully, he placed a paw over the boarder, a smirk on his face. "Oh no! My paw slipped over the ThunderClan boarder!" He called, faking worry. "I need to be guided away from here, or else i'll be forced to find my next meal in their territory!" He called out after that, a smirk on his face as he cringed at the ThunderClan scent on his paw, the adventurous young apprentice now simply had to sit and wait.

Fairypaw was there. A small, odd pelted feline that used her claws to throw rocks aimlessly across at places. Her mind had been filled with... A lot lately. With the entire silent war between Thunderclan and Windclan, the she cat decided to sneak to the borders. Yes, the borders. When Snowstar specifically told apprentices to not leave unless a warrior was among them. She had broke the rules, but who hadn't? She argued with herself that she was no different, and things happened for a reason. The she cat let out a huff, a slight roll of her yellow orbs, then a yawn. Yes, a yawn. Fairypaw didn't think she was tired. Now, she was exhausted. She was drained. Tigerpaw was soon becoming a warrior, and would leave her to be alone. Quite the exaggeration, but this feline depended on the tom for assorted things. Fairypaw was a very awkward feline that was hard to understand. Tigerpaw dealt with most of the socialization for the two whil Fairypaw would nod, or perform some type of action.

Now, she had been lost in her thoughts, almost drowning. She knew better than to go to the Windclan's border when there were little to no protection in case trouble brewed there, so she came to the Riverclan border, watching the water gently sway ahead. When her head looked up, she could make out the camp of Riverclan. It made her cringe. She didn't like the smell of fish. Let alone the taste. The she cat gently got up from her spot, her tail swaying behind her as she debated to step closer to the river--in which case she did, but her ears perked at hearing another sound. It sounded obnoxious, and made her squint her eyes. She saw another cat. A very boisterous one that seemed to not care where he was stepping. Her fur slightly bristled at the tom for making such a foul move. Who was he to cross their borders? Fairypaw knew it wasn't in her heart to outright tell the other cat he was wrong for what he was doing. If Tigerpaw was here, it would had been a lot better for her. But, she had to try. Tigerpaw was not going to be there her whole life, even if she wished he were. "You shouldn't play on the borders like that." Her voice was small, but she knew he could hear her. In fact, she stepped in his way to stop him from continuing on. Who was this tom? Who did he think he was? Certainly insane was the case.

wickedvirtues
July 23rd, 2017, 11:25 AM
Fairypaw was there. A small, odd pelted feline that used her claws to throw rocks aimlessly across at places. Her mind had been filled with... A lot lately. With the entire silent war between Thunderclan and Windclan, the she cat decided to sneak to the borders. Yes, the borders. When Snowstar specifically told apprentices to not leave unless a warrior was among them. She had broke the rules, but who hadn't? She argued with herself that she was no different, and things happened for a reason. The she cat let out a huff, a slight roll of her yellow orbs, then a yawn. Yes, a yawn. Fairypaw didn't think she was tired. Now, she was exhausted. She was drained. Tigerpaw was soon becoming a warrior, and would leave her to be alone. Quite the exaggeration, but this feline depended on the tom for assorted things. Fairypaw was a very awkward feline that was hard to understand. Tigerpaw dealt with most of the socialization for the two whil Fairypaw would nod, or perform some type of action.

Now, she had been lost in her thoughts, almost drowning. She knew better than to go to the Windclan's border when there were little to no protection in case trouble brewed there, so she came to the Riverclan border, watching the water gently sway ahead. When her head looked up, she could make out the camp of Riverclan. It made her cringe. She didn't like the smell of fish. Let alone the taste. The she cat gently got up from her spot, her tail swaying behind her as she debated to step closer to the river--in which case she did, but her ears perked at hearing another sound. It sounded obnoxious, and made her squint her eyes. She saw another cat. A very boisterous one that seemed to not care where he was stepping. Her fur slightly bristled at the tom for making such a foul move. Who was he to cross their borders? Fairypaw knew it wasn't in her heart to outright tell the other cat he was wrong for what he was doing. If Tigerpaw was here, it would had been a lot better for her. But, she had to try. Tigerpaw was not going to be there her whole life, even if she wished he were. "You shouldn't play on the borders like that." Her voice was small, but she knew he could hear her. In fact, she stepped in his way to stop him from continuing on. Who was this tom? Who did he think he was? Certainly insane was the case.


Almondpaw spotted another cat, who looked about his age if not a bit older. He smirked, his paw over the boarder she was sure to come. Perfect bait. He wouldn't tell anyone he'd put a paw over the boarder, as it was his business alone. She seemed nervous, but he knew why, with the WindClan ThunderClan stuff. Drama was mouse-brained to him, why squabble over things when you could just live in peace with some rules to follow? Almondpaw smirked as she looked distracted, perfect. "Oh no, my paw is over the boarder!" He repeated louder, his eyes glittering with mischief. She yawned, making his excited form slump a bit. She looked tired, which may make her less fun. Perhaps he should find a different target to annoy? No. This was as good as he was going too get, so why leave it because she looked sleepy? Almondpaw sighed, waiting for her to approach him with his tail lashing with annoyance. She seemed lost in thought, which meant he'd have to wait for StarClan knew how long. Almondpaw gazed at the she-cat, humming softly to himself.

Almondpaw knew she'd been drowning in thought, and he coughed to try and attract her gaze. By now, both his paws were over the scent-lines marking the boarder. He assumed she was intelligent due to the fact she hadn't gone to a more dangerous boarder. He huffed, his pacience thin as he grumbled under his breath. She gazed up, and he tensed slightly. Almondpaw rolled his eyes when she cringed, he got it, they didn't like fish! But they didn't have to insult his Clans main source of food each time they neared the boarder. He sighed as she stepped closer to the river, but not close enough to him for him to spark conversation, fight or teasing argument his wits would come in handy, along with his street smarts. Her eyes locked with Almondpaw's as he smirked, teasing her to come over to him. He saw her fur bristle, and he felt a bit guilty until he realized this was just a stupid scent-line. He wasn't going to steal prey! She paused for a moment, and Almondpaw prepared his argument against something she knew she'd probably say. "Why? I'm not stealing prey, or threatening your Clan, all I did was put my paws over your line of scent-markers." He asked, using his opinions that boarders were useless and turning it into a fact that he wasn't doing anything bad. "But I wouldn't want you to get your tail in a knot." He added, retracting his paws and dipping them into the river to clear them of ThunderClan scent. "So, what's your name?" Almondpaw asked.

Brilliance
July 23rd, 2017, 11:09 PM
Almondpaw spotted another cat, who looked about his age if not a bit older. He smirked, his paw over the boarder she was sure to come. Perfect bait. He wouldn't tell anyone he'd put a paw over the boarder, as it was his business alone. She seemed nervous, but he knew why, with the WindClan ThunderClan stuff. Drama was mouse-brained to him, why squabble over things when you could just live in peace with some rules to follow? Almondpaw smirked as she looked distracted, perfect. "Oh no, my paw is over the boarder!" He repeated louder, his eyes glittering with mischief. She yawned, making his excited form slump a bit. She looked tired, which may make her less fun. Perhaps he should find a different target to annoy? No. This was as good as he was going too get, so why leave it because she looked sleepy? Almondpaw sighed, waiting for her to approach him with his tail lashing with annoyance. She seemed lost in thought, which meant he'd have to wait for StarClan knew how long. Almondpaw gazed at the she-cat, humming softly to himself.

Almondpaw knew she'd been drowning in thought, and he coughed to try and attract her gaze. By now, both his paws were over the scent-lines marking the boarder. He assumed she was intelligent due to the fact she hadn't gone to a more dangerous boarder. He huffed, his pacience thin as he grumbled under his breath. She gazed up, and he tensed slightly. Almondpaw rolled his eyes when she cringed, he got it, they didn't like fish! But they didn't have to insult his Clans main source of food each time they neared the boarder. He sighed as she stepped closer to the river, but not close enough to him for him to spark conversation, fight or teasing argument his wits would come in handy, along with his street smarts. Her eyes locked with Almondpaw's as he smirked, teasing her to come over to him. He saw her fur bristle, and he felt a bit guilty until he realized this was just a stupid scent-line. He wasn't going to steal prey! She paused for a moment, and Almondpaw prepared his argument against something she knew she'd probably say. "Why? I'm not stealing prey, or threatening your Clan, all I did was put my paws over your line of scent-markers." He asked, using his opinions that boarders were useless and turning it into a fact that he wasn't doing anything bad. "But I wouldn't want you to get your tail in a knot." He added, retracting his paws and dipping them into the river to clear them of ThunderClan scent. "So, what's your name?" Almondpaw asked.

Fairypaw felt her fur prickle the slightest. What was wrong with this tom? What didn't he get? The multi-colored feline found it odd about how this tom worked. He seemed to not care about the borders--which was peculiar since the borders represented limitations. They were there for a reason for no enemy to stray across. And, Riverclan was certainly the enemy. Albeit, Fairypaw was not the one to fight. She never allowed herself to, and preferred to use her words in hopes that her witty remarks would save her. Fairypaw cautiously approached the tom, but she stayed near her side of the border. She didn't allow a paw to stray across to the Riverclan border. Aside from that, they stinked! Fairypaw knew it was wrong to think such thoughts, but it was true. They stink because of the fish they hunted. It was truly disturbing to her, but Fairypaw kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't want to cause a fight. "You're breaking the warrior code. These borders were set to keep unwanted company," she paused, looking the tom up and down. "On their side. Haven't you learned anything from your mentor?" She threw at him, her voice remaining soft and quiet. They both would be in trouble if anyone heard them. He would be in trouble for straying around in different territories. And, she would had been in trouble for going against Snowstar's wishes; apprentices were not allowed to leave the camp unless escorted by a warrior. Truth be told, the she cat only wanted somewhere to relax. Was that too much to ask for? "Who cares if you're not stealing prey." She tells him, her eyes narrowed, but her voice was always calm, somewhat sweet. "You're still a Riverclan cat, and therefore should stay on Riverclan's borders. At least do it out of respect. If a warrior come by, you'd be a goner." She flicked her tail at him.

It was true. He would had been a goner. There were some pretty scary warriors that resided in Thunderclan. Of course, Fairypaw thought this. She didn't really take kindly to much larger cats. She was quite the petite feline herself, and anyone that dominanted her size--always scared her, but she had to admit that this tom was brave. Bounding over to others' borders. Certainly insane to be doing such a thing. Fairypaw knew she wouldn't do such a thing. She wasn't brave enough to cross the borders. And, if she were, she knew it would never be Riverclan's border. She did not want to smell like fish. Ew! As the tom spoke once more, Fairypaw only rolled her eyes at his remark. She could already tell he was a trouble maker, and she did not want to be apart of that situation. Tigerpaw had been a troublemaker, and Fairypaw always decided to stay stir from trouble. She didn't like to be yelled at. When she turned her head away from the tom, swearing at him from under her breath, Fairypaw's ears perked up at upon hearing his voice. Her first initial though; you got to be kidding me. Fairypaw didn't like sharing her name with...neighboring clans. Oh, no! That's not what a loyal warrior of Thunderclan would do, so she snapped her head back towards the tom. "What's it to you?" She asked, a tilt of her head. "My name will remain unknown. I don't feel comfortable sharing it." She told him, but tried to keep her voice sweet and mellow. Besides that, she didn't know his name, so why should she give her name first? It just wasn't logical to her.

wickedvirtues
July 23rd, 2017, 11:51 PM
Fairypaw felt her fur prickle the slightest. What was wrong with this tom? What didn't he get? The multi-colored feline found it odd about how this tom worked. He seemed to not care about the borders--which was peculiar since the borders represented limitations. They were there for a reason for no enemy to stray across. And, Riverclan was certainly the enemy. Albeit, Fairypaw was not the one to fight. She never allowed herself to, and preferred to use her words in hopes that her witty remarks would save her. Fairypaw cautiously approached the tom, but she stayed near her side of the border. She didn't allow a paw to stray across to the Riverclan border. Aside from that, they stinked! Fairypaw knew it was wrong to think such thoughts, but it was true. They stink because of the fish they hunted. It was truly disturbing to her, but Fairypaw kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't want to cause a fight. "You're breaking the warrior code. These borders were set to keep unwanted company," she paused, looking the tom up and down. "On their side. Haven't you learned anything from your mentor?" She threw at him, her voice remaining soft and quiet. They both would be in trouble if anyone heard them. He would be in trouble for straying around in different territories. And, she would had been in trouble for going against Snowstar's wishes; apprentices were not allowed to leave the camp unless escorted by a warrior. Truth be told, the she cat only wanted somewhere to relax. Was that too much to ask for? "Who cares if you're not stealing prey." She tells him, her eyes narrowed, but her voice was always calm, somewhat sweet. "You're still a Riverclan cat, and therefore should stay on Riverclan's borders. At least do it out of respect. If a warrior come by, you'd be a goner." She flicked her tail at him.

It was true. He would had been a goner. There were some pretty scary warriors that resided in Thunderclan. Of course, Fairypaw thought this. She didn't really take kindly to much larger cats. She was quite the petite feline herself, and anyone that dominanted her size--always scared her, but she had to admit that this tom was brave. Bounding over to others' borders. Certainly insane to be doing such a thing. Fairypaw knew she wouldn't do such a thing. She wasn't brave enough to cross the borders. And, if she were, she knew it would never be Riverclan's border. She did not want to smell like fish. Ew! As the tom spoke once more, Fairypaw only rolled her eyes at his remark. She could already tell he was a trouble maker, and she did not want to be apart of that situation. Tigerpaw had been a troublemaker, and Fairypaw always decided to stay stir from trouble. She didn't like to be yelled at. When she turned her head away from the tom, swearing at him from under her breath, Fairypaw's ears perked up at upon hearing his voice. Her first initial though; you got to be kidding me. Fairypaw didn't like sharing her name with...neighboring clans. Oh, no! That's not what a loyal warrior of Thunderclan would do, so she snapped her head back towards the tom. "What's it to you?" She asked, a tilt of her head. "My name will remain unknown. I don't feel comfortable sharing it." She told him, but tried to keep her voice sweet and mellow. Besides that, she didn't know his name, so why should she give her name first? It just wasn't logical to her.


Almondpaw enjoyed messing with this she-cat, surprised his face wasn't clawed off yet. What was so bad about letting his paws slip over the boarders? Was she missing the fact he was doing nothing wrong? He didn't care about boarders, they were useless to him. Almondpaw groomed his pelt calmly, his tail swaying with amusement. ThunderClan was too protective, why couldn't everyone just relax? Almondpaw didn't want to fight, just relax and have some friends in other Clans he could meet up with. Almondpaw hoped the she-cat wouldn't want to fight, as he lacked skills for it. She approached, though cautiously, and it surprised him. She kept her paws on her Clan's territory, and his were now on RiverClan's. The stench of ThunderClan hadn't been thoroughly washed from his paws yet, and it made him have to resist crinkling his muzzle in distaste. They stank because of their prey and territory. He hated how they always bashed fish, but he kept his maw shut. "I've never understood why we need borders. All they cause is bloodshed and even death. Every cat is an equal, on either side of the border. It shouldn't matter which Clan you're from. In the end, it all matters how you treat others. And my mentor doesn't care." He replied, (yes, a time to use the quote someone made for him :3) "And besides, aren't you breaking the rules of your mentor? I assume she thinks her cats will follow her orders.." he smirked, seeing no warriors around to escort her. He may be silly, but he knew what was happening around him. "I do" he challenged. "I'm doing no harm putting my paws over your boarder." He mewed, licking his paw with an annoying glint to his eyes. "I have no 'respect', when you live on the streets and fight dogs you can't have respect." He snapped back, eyes blazing. "Respect gets you killed where I left to, and it's not simple to relearn." He growled.


Almondpaw, already annoyed with the she-cat for bringing up that period of time in his life, turned away from her with his tail lashing. He didn't care about warriors, why should he? They were just boring. Almondpaw glanced down at his paws, the ones that stunk of ThunderClan. He was a brave, reckless cat. Heck, he could fight a dog mostly single-pawed! Small ones.. anyways. He thought of boarders as useless and dividing, and he thought they just needlessly seperated catd who were the same. He crossed them recklessly, sometimes warned or ignored, sometimes punished more severely. Almondpaw huffed, gazing at his face in the river. Brown fur, deep amber eyes, a decently attractive cat. He glanced at the molly, then looked away. He didn't have any feelings towards her. He liked Stormpaw.. probably, honestly he thought he did. She seemed to return the feelings, so why ruin it with this ThunderClanner? He was tuning whatever she said out as he thought of Stormpaw, who brought a smile to his face. She was much nicer than this molly, and his best friend.. maybe crush. He was still tuning out as she remained silent, an oblious smile on his face and his eyes glazed as he was in a daydream. He still didn't know her name, but it was the last thought in his mind before she spoke. "Huh - what? Your name? I dunno." He replied, obviously dazed by her voice interrupting his thoughts. "Mmkay, i'll call you a tree then." He replied, a teasing tone in his voice. "So, Tree, if i'm sooooo disruptive putting my paws slightly over the boarder, should I leave?" He asked, his eyes shining with challenge.

Brilliance
July 26th, 2017, 10:29 PM
Almondpaw enjoyed messing with this she-cat, surprised his face wasn't clawed off yet. What was so bad about letting his paws slip over the boarders? Was she missing the fact he was doing nothing wrong? He didn't care about boarders, they were useless to him. Almondpaw groomed his pelt calmly, his tail swaying with amusement. ThunderClan was too protective, why couldn't everyone just relax? Almondpaw didn't want to fight, just relax and have some friends in other Clans he could meet up with. Almondpaw hoped the she-cat wouldn't want to fight, as he lacked skills for it. She approached, though cautiously, and it surprised him. She kept her paws on her Clan's territory, and his were now on RiverClan's. The stench of ThunderClan hadn't been thoroughly washed from his paws yet, and it made him have to resist crinkling his muzzle in distaste. They stank because of their prey and territory. He hated how they always bashed fish, but he kept his maw shut. "I've never understood why we need borders. All they cause is bloodshed and even death. Every cat is an equal, on either side of the border. It shouldn't matter which Clan you're from. In the end, it all matters how you treat others. And my mentor doesn't care." He replied, (yes, a time to use the quote someone made for him :3) "And besides, aren't you breaking the rules of your mentor? I assume she thinks her cats will follow her orders.." he smirked, seeing no warriors around to escort her. He may be silly, but he knew what was happening around him. "I do" he challenged. "I'm doing no harm putting my paws over your boarder." He mewed, licking his paw with an annoying glint to his eyes. "I have no 'respect', when you live on the streets and fight dogs you can't have respect." He snapped back, eyes blazing. "Respect gets you killed where I left to, and it's not simple to relearn." He growled.


Almondpaw, already annoyed with the she-cat for bringing up that period of time in his life, turned away from her with his tail lashing. He didn't care about warriors, why should he? They were just boring. Almondpaw glanced down at his paws, the ones that stunk of ThunderClan. He was a brave, reckless cat. Heck, he could fight a dog mostly single-pawed! Small ones.. anyways. He thought of boarders as useless and dividing, and he thought they just needlessly seperated catd who were the same. He crossed them recklessly, sometimes warned or ignored, sometimes punished more severely. Almondpaw huffed, gazing at his face in the river. Brown fur, deep amber eyes, a decently attractive cat. He glanced at the molly, then looked away. He didn't have any feelings towards her. He liked Stormpaw.. probably, honestly he thought he did. She seemed to return the feelings, so why ruin it with this ThunderClanner? He was tuning whatever she said out as he thought of Stormpaw, who brought a smile to his face. She was much nicer than this molly, and his best friend.. maybe crush. He was still tuning out as she remained silent, an oblious smile on his face and his eyes glazed as he was in a daydream. He still didn't know her name, but it was the last thought in his mind before she spoke. "Huh - what? Your name? I dunno." He replied, obviously dazed by her voice interrupting his thoughts. "Mmkay, i'll call you a tree then." He replied, a teasing tone in his voice. "So, Tree, if i'm sooooo disruptive putting my paws slightly over the boarder, should I leave?" He asked, his eyes shining with challenge.

Fairypaw was trying to remain calm, but her heart was racing. Her thoughts were jumbled up. She didn't know what to think. Or, what to say. He was such a rude tom! Fairypaw was one of the most politest felines in her clan. She tried her best to follow the rules, and she was always eager to learn more, but this tom was messing with her. Talking like he didn't care. She tried to ask him nicely to leave. To stop being such an idiotic, and to respect the warrior code-Starclan would had wanted that...wouldn't they? Her nose twitched. Couldn't Fish eaters stay on their side of the border anyway? “Yeah-we’re all equals, but it's also just out of respect. It is apart of the warrior code, fish eater. Something that we all follow. Because it is a law.” Of course, Fennelnose had taught her this, upon her first lesson as an new apprentice. The warrior code was important, and it was something that Fairypaw took seriously. “Don't worry about my mentor.” She said, defensively. Fairypaw had rarely been learning things nowadays, and it made the she cat a tad angry. One thing she enjoyed doing was learning. She was a clever feline for a young age, very remarkable and reliable. Other cats felt lucky to have her apart of Thunderclan. Fairypaw was known to serve her clan well. Fairypaw wasn't stupid. She kept her eyes on him. She watched his every move, her breathing hitching every time she did so. She was, by far, not impressed. As she heard his little story, the she cat gave a small snort. “Oh, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?-” her voice was cut off as she flinched from his growl. For a moment, the she cat almost shook. She didn't like to be handled aggressively with. She was not a fighter. She knew how to absorb information rather quickly, but she did not know how to fight. Even if Fennelnose had took her out a few times to do a bit of battle training.

The she cat was quiet for a while, absorbing the male’s movements. Her breathing was still fast, light and soft. She wasn't scared. Long from it, actually. She was simply being thoughtful. One thing she knew was that she couldn't stand this cat. The multi colored feline flicked her tail in annoyance, but her voice was quiet. She had nothing to say at the moment. She watched as he gazed at himself in the river, and she took a step forward. A small step, and bent her head down to stare into the water. She blinked at her face, heaving in a deep sigh. Fairypaw never truly cared about physical attributes as others had. She wasn't the prettiest apprentice in her clan--and, she knew this. But being the mentally admired one? That was something Fairypaw excelled at. She had the brains. She had the smarts. She was very intelligent, and most of the cats knew this. When she looked up from her reflection, the tom was talking to her again. She had refused to tell him her name--so he called her a tree!? Fairypaw felt her fur bristling for a moment. “How rude!” She shouted at him, her ears perked in alarm. Did tom didn't care. He had no respect. None at all. None for the borders. For the laws. For the cats. Not even for Starclan! Fairypaw was ready to stomp away. Allow anyone else to handle this pathetic excuse of a feline, but at his words, she let out a huff. “Please walk away. If you can't do it out of respect, then do it because it's the law.” And, even if he didn't, she was ready to walk away herself. Her yellow eyes were glowing their brightest, little flecks of orange could be seen in them and they shone like two large suns in the sky. But she wasn't mad. She was simply annoyed, and wished she never came to the border in the first place.

wickedvirtues
July 26th, 2017, 11:12 PM
Fairypaw was trying to remain calm, but her heart was racing. Her thoughts were jumbled up. She didn't know what to think. Or, what to say. He was such a rude tom! Fairypaw was one of the most politest felines in her clan. She tried her best to follow the rules, and she was always eager to learn more, but this tom was messing with her. Talking like he didn't care. She tried to ask him nicely to leave. To stop being such an idiotic, and to respect the warrior code-Starclan would had wanted that...wouldn't they? Her nose twitched. Couldn't Fish eaters stay on their side of the border anyway? “Yeah-we’re all equals, but it's also just out of respect. It is apart of the warrior code, fish eater. Something that we all follow. Because it is a law.” Of course, Fennelnose had taught her this, upon her first lesson as an new apprentice. The warrior code was important, and it was something that Fairypaw took seriously. “Don't worry about my mentor.” She said, defensively. Fairypaw had rarely been learning things nowadays, and it made the she cat a tad angry. One thing she enjoyed doing was learning. She was a clever feline for a young age, very remarkable and reliable. Other cats felt lucky to have her apart of Thunderclan. Fairypaw was known to serve her clan well. Fairypaw wasn't stupid. She kept her eyes on him. She watched his every move, her breathing hitching every time she did so. She was, by far, not impressed. As she heard his little story, the she cat gave a small snort. “Oh, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?-” her voice was cut off as she flinched from his growl. For a moment, the she cat almost shook. She didn't like to be handled aggressively with. She was not a fighter. She knew how to absorb information rather quickly, but she did not know how to fight. Even if Fennelnose had took her out a few times to do a bit of battle training.

The she cat was quiet for a while, absorbing the male’s movements. Her breathing was still fast, light and soft. She wasn't scared. Long from it, actually. She was simply being thoughtful. One thing she knew was that she couldn't stand this cat. The multi colored feline flicked her tail in annoyance, but her voice was quiet. She had nothing to say at the moment. She watched as he gazed at himself in the river, and she took a step forward. A small step, and bent her head down to stare into the water. She blinked at her face, heaving in a deep sigh. Fairypaw never truly cared about physical attributes as others had. She wasn't the prettiest apprentice in her clan--and, she knew this. But being the mentally admired one? That was something Fairypaw excelled at. She had the brains. She had the smarts. She was very intelligent, and most of the cats knew this. When she looked up from her reflection, the tom was talking to her again. She had refused to tell him her name--so he called her a tree!? Fairypaw felt her fur bristling for a moment. “How rude!” She shouted at him, her ears perked in alarm. Did tom didn't care. He had no respect. None at all. None for the borders. For the laws. For the cats. Not even for Starclan! Fairypaw was ready to stomp away. Allow anyone else to handle this pathetic excuse of a feline, but at his words, she let out a huff. “Please walk away. If you can't do it out of respect, then do it because it's the law.” And, even if he didn't, she was ready to walk away herself. Her yellow eyes were glowing their brightest, little flecks of orange could be seen in them and they shone like two large suns in the sky. But she wasn't mad. She was simply annoyed, and wished she never came to the border in the first place.


Almondpaw found amusement in annoying her, his playful nature returning. He wasn't.. rude, more rebellious. He swiped his tongue through his fur, a shine of challenge in his eyes. He was polite to some of his Clanmates, especially Stormpaw, and didn't dare disrespect his Clanmates. But this rule-dependant cat? It was hilarious! Almondpaw was playing his games, acting like a spoiled little tom and annoying her. He was clever when it came to this, he could see her blood boiling. "Listen.. Tree." He made up a name for her. "I've got no respect for this part of the code only. We're all equal, mouse-eater." He mewed, shrugging. He'd much rather be with Stormpaw, hanging out. "Respect? For a scent line. Right." He mewed back. "Law's aren't always perfect." He mewed simply, fluffing his tail. He didn't have an intention of fighting, rather making her go away. He wanted to leave soon and find his best friend. He liked the code, it kept cats from dying, but it was FAR from perfect in his eyes. "Okay." He purred, shrugging. He sat, his paws digging into the dirt as he considered walking off. Nah, a bit more annoying would satisfy him. He was intelligent enough to know she was almost about to tell him to leave, and he would be glad to. He was a good warrior, keen on fighting and hunting, not on other Clans. Her gaze peirced him, making his skin. "Could you stop staring at me?" He mewed, untensing his shoulders. "It's weird." He teased, rolling his eyes. "No. Because i've actually gone past the boarder. I bet you're too scared to put a claw over one." He chuckled. She seemed to tense after he growled, and he smirked. Perhaps she disliked violence? Almondpaw couldn't tell, honestly. He yawned, growning a bit tired as her reactions weren't as extreme now. He stretched, his tail waving in the air. He gazed at the sky, thinking of what the clouds looked like.

Almondpaw continued to stare at the sky, his more child-like nature showing as she remained silent. He watched the clouds with curiosity. "Leaf.. claw... bunny.." he muttered under his breath, waiting for her to speak. He pricked his ears. He looked at the river, sticking his paw in and smiling at it's familiar feeling. She was still quiet, making him bored. He didn't want to say anything to her either, she was overreacting. His ears pricked as he watched her with narrowed eyes. Almondpaw shook the water from his paw, shrugging and grooming his fur and curling his tail around his paws. Almondpaw looked at his face in the water. An Abyssian tom with brown fur and deep amber eyes. He was decent looking, but nothing really special in his opinion. He cared more about personality than looks. That was why he didn't like this she-cat and did like Stormpaw. Both were good-looking, but Stormpaw was funny and sweet while she seemed rude and strict. Tree was simply taken from her enviornment, as he stunk at nicknames. 'Stormy' and 'Storm' were obvious for his friend. 'Almond' for him, but he had nothing to work with for her! "I suck at nicknames! You live in a forest, I've got nothing to work with, so I looked at a random tree." He defended himself, ears pinning back. "Can I leave now" he grumbled under his breath, bored. He snapped back to attention at her words. "Thank StarClan! It was getting boring. Well, it was nice..ish.. to meet you." He shrugged, rushing into his territory with a spring in his step. His eyes shown with humor, he found funny what others found annoying. He didn't see how annoyed she was as he flicked his tail and disappeared.

Captain
August 1st, 2017, 06:33 PM
Constellation
Wildfire padded through the forest, her head swaying from side to side with each step that she took, her long tail waving behind her. She hummed to herself as her light amber-hued eyes darted around with pure curiosity within them. It had certainly been awhile since she’s been this far from the camp and the young warrior was delighted to explore out this far into the woods after such a long time. Ever since she became a warrior only about a moon ago, Wildfire didn’t need to worry about her tiresome mentor lecturing her and repeating over and over to her how dangerous it was out here when you weren’t alert. Honestly, they were just a worrywart, in her opinion and paid no attention to such things. The orange-furred female sniffed the ground, wondering if there would be any delicious catches to be made out here. Her nose mostly caught the scent of Thunderclan and the stench of the border hit her like a wave of water, making the she-cat lift her head, shaking it solely from side-to-side. “How many times do they renew this border..” She muttered, waving her paw in front of her nose, “Great Starclan..” The female then uttered a softened chuckle at her words and looked from her left and then to her right before leaping over the border and then back over to her side. She did this several times with a childish giggle and a sly smirk came onto her maw. “As if they would know the difference..” Wildfire said, rolling her eyes before stalking across the border and strolling up to the first tree she saw. The warrior growled and sank her claws into the bark, heaving herself up onto a sturdy branch before sighing and looking out at the vast forest that Thunderclan called their home. It was a dense, lush place, she had to give them that. The surface under her paws were still damp from the constant rain and with the entirety of Shadowclan taking home in their camp, she could only imagine the damage this rain could so if it continued.

Brilliance
August 1st, 2017, 07:19 PM
Constellation
Wildfire padded through the forest, her head swaying from side to side with each step that she took, her long tail waving behind her. She hummed to herself as her light amber-hued eyes darted around with pure curiosity within them. It had certainly been awhile since she’s been this far from the camp and the young warrior was delighted to explore out this far into the woods after such a long time. Ever since she became a warrior only about a moon ago, Wildfire didn’t need to worry about her tiresome mentor lecturing her and repeating over and over to her how dangerous it was out here when you weren’t alert. Honestly, they were just a worrywart, in her opinion and paid no attention to such things. The orange-furred female sniffed the ground, wondering if there would be any delicious catches to be made out here. Her nose mostly caught the scent of Thunderclan and the stench of the border hit her like a wave of water, making the she-cat lift her head, shaking it solely from side-to-side. “How many times do they renew this border..” She muttered, waving her paw in front of her nose, “Great Starclan..” The female then uttered a softened chuckle at her words and looked from her left and then to her right before leaping over the border and then back over to her side. She did this several times with a childish giggle and a sly smirk came onto her maw. “As if they would know the difference..” Wildfire said, rolling her eyes before stalking across the border and strolling up to the first tree she saw. The warrior growled and sank her claws into the bark, heaving herself up onto a sturdy branch before sighing and looking out at the vast forest that Thunderclan called their home. It was a dense, lush place, she had to give them that. The surface under her paws were still damp from the constant rain and with the entirety of Shadowclan taking home in their camp, she could only imagine the damage this rain could so if it continued.

Splayed paws ran as fast as they could. Avoiding trees, crushing fallen leaves, and even the small twigs on the forest ground. His heart felt like it was beating a million miles a second! Was this what love felt like? Was this what love was? The Bengal didn't know, but he was happy as he continued to run like he owned the world. Even if they were unofficial mates at this time, Desertpaw had gave him a second chance. A second chance that the tom knew he longed from deserved. And, he refused to waste this moment. Oh no, he would treat her as a delicate feather. Because she deserved the best. Everything of the best! Possibly, this was love---feeling like you could run over and over at the end of the planet without fatigue. Thinking of the thoughts of the future, planning a family. This was love. Knowing that the birds were singing around you of their sweet madrigals. This was love. Tigerbreeze had to stop for a moment as he analyzed his surroundings. Where was he? Of course, love also had its flaws. Such as making a feline stumble in blind happiness. Tigerbreeze sniffed the air. The scent was very fishy...the otter-cats. “When did I arrive at the Riverclan border?” He tilted his head slightly, but took a couple steps forward. He was cautious until a sudden thought appeared in his mind. “Desertpaw! What if she's here?” He knew with the recent flooding that Shadowclan cats would be residing with Riverclan. Was he in that much of a blind moment that his paws led him to where his love laid? Where his heart laid? The tom almost felt that he could smell her sweet scent, but instead it was ruined by something else. His ears twitched and the tom followed the unfamiliar scent. It wasn't a Thunderclan scent for sure. This scent was fishy...like the cats across the border. It weren't Shadowclan either. Tigerbreeze felt he knew that scent by heart. The tom began running again, as he were a fast runner. He whirled around a tree, looking up into the foliage, the sunlight filtering through the branches. What was a smile on his face, formed into a frown. Though a frown of curiosity as he eyed the other feline. Tigerbreeze heaved himself up, clutching tightly to the bark of the sturdy tree. He couldn't see clearly at the other cat, but one thing he knew--they didn't belong here. “Hey--um! You lost or something?” Generally, that was the first question he would ask. Trying to get some information as to why this cat was on Thunderclan’s border.

Captain
August 1st, 2017, 07:41 PM
Splayed paws ran as fast as they could. Avoiding trees, crushing fallen leaves, and even the small twigs on the forest ground. His heart felt like it was beating a million miles a second! Was this what love felt like? Was this what love was? The Bengal didn't know, but he was happy as he continued to run like he owned the world. Even if they were unofficial mates at this time, Desertpaw had gave him a second chance. A second chance that the tom knew he longed from deserved. And, he refused to waste this moment. Oh no, he would treat her as a delicate feather. Because she deserved the best. Everything of the best! Possibly, this was love---feeling like you could run over and over at the end of the planet without fatigue. Thinking of the thoughts of the future, planning a family. This was love. Knowing that the birds were singing around you of their sweet madrigals. This was love. Tigerbreeze had to stop for a moment as he analyzed his surroundings. Where was he? Of course, love also had its flaws. Such as making a feline stumble in blind happiness. Tigerbreeze sniffed the air. The scent was very fishy...the otter-cats. “When did I arrive at the Riverclan border?” He tilted his head slightly, but took a couple steps forward. He was cautious until a sudden thought appeared in his mind. “Desertpaw! What if she's here?” He knew with the recent flooding that Shadowclan cats would be residing with Riverclan. Was he in that much of a blind moment that his paws led him to where his love laid? Where his heart laid? The tom almost felt that he could smell her sweet scent, but instead it was ruined by something else. His ears twitched and the tom followed the unfamiliar scent. It wasn't a Thunderclan scent for sure. This scent was fishy...like the cats across the border. It weren't Shadowclan either. Tigerbreeze felt he knew that scent by heart. The tom began running again, as he were a fast runner. He whirled around a tree, looking up into the foliage, the sunlight filtering through the branches. What was a smile on his face, formed into a frown. Though a frown of curiosity as he eyed the other feline. Tigerbreeze heaved himself up, clutching tightly to the bark of the sturdy tree. He couldn't see clearly at the other cat, but one thing he knew--they didn't belong here. “Hey--um! You lost or something?” Generally, that was the first question he would ask. Trying to get some information as to why this cat was on Thunderclan’s border.

Wildfire hummed a small tune to herself as she turned onto her back, looking up at the leaves and smiling at how beautiful it looked when sunlight broke through the small cracks of the branches and greenery. She lifted her paw and paws at a leaf ever so slightly, quite content in her surroundings, though her ears perked at the tampering of paws and the young she-cat’s amber-hued eyes flickered to the side, watching with a slight raise of an eyebrow as a cat, almost definitely Thunderclan, pranced through the undergrowth like he was the happiest cat in the whole world. It almost made the warrior utter a snicker of amusement, but she kept quiet, watching this tom from her comfortable perch. Wildfire let back all her sounds as she watched as he seemed both confused for a moment and then excited, running all over the place, even around the tree that she rested in. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he stopped and gazed up at her in the leaves and branches of the tree. She tilted her head to the side with a smirk on her maw when his smile turned to a frown. “What’s wrong? You thought I was someone else, love?” Wildfire purred, letting a small chuckle slip as she rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her paws as the tom heaved himself up the tree slightly, trying to get a better view on her, probably or something - she had no idea how cats acted sometimes. The male’s question made the warrior give a snort and roll of her eyes. “Me? Get lost?” She remarked, “With that powerful of a stench coming from the Thunderclan border, I don’t think anyone could get lost out here.” The orange-furred female’s whiskers twitched at him, “So, what’s got you in a hurry, hmm? You seemed to be running as fast as a hare being chased by a starved Windclan cat.” Wildfire excluded the information to why she was here, nor did she care.

Brilliance
August 2nd, 2017, 12:59 PM
Wildfire hummed a small tune to herself as she turned onto her back, looking up at the leaves and smiling at how beautiful it looked when sunlight broke through the small cracks of the branches and greenery. She lifted her paw and paws at a leaf ever so slightly, quite content in her surroundings, though her ears perked at the tampering of paws and the young she-cat’s amber-hued eyes flickered to the side, watching with a slight raise of an eyebrow as a cat, almost definitely Thunderclan, pranced through the undergrowth like he was the happiest cat in the whole world. It almost made the warrior utter a snicker of amusement, but she kept quiet, watching this tom from her comfortable perch. Wildfire let back all her sounds as she watched as he seemed both confused for a moment and then excited, running all over the place, even around the tree that she rested in. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he stopped and gazed up at her in the leaves and branches of the tree. She tilted her head to the side with a smirk on her maw when his smile turned to a frown. “What’s wrong? You thought I was someone else, love?” Wildfire purred, letting a small chuckle slip as she rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her paws as the tom heaved himself up the tree slightly, trying to get a better view on her, probably or something - she had no idea how cats acted sometimes. The male’s question made the warrior give a snort and roll of her eyes. “Me? Get lost?” She remarked, “With that powerful of a stench coming from the Thunderclan border, I don’t think anyone could get lost out here.” The orange-furred female’s whiskers twitched at him, “So, what’s got you in a hurry, hmm? You seemed to be running as fast as a hare being chased by a starved Windclan cat.” Wildfire excluded the information to why she was here, nor did she care.

The tiger stripes tom narrowed his eyes for a moment, but he didn't object the she cat. The tom looked around the tree. It was what he was made for. Being apart of Thunderclan, climbing was important to the cats of this part of the forest. He latched his claws on the bark as tightly as he could. At her voice, his ears twitched; definitely a she cat. And, judging based on her scent? Definitely Riverclan. He hopped up another branch, hoping to keep himself sturdy, but he almost lost his footing. He grunted as he lifted himself up to a higher branch. On this branch, the tom could clearly see the feline. The soft sunlight gave her pelt a sort of “sparkle” that has him, at first, very speechless. Her fur was already a red, but the sunlight made it seem brilliant. Tigerbreeze caught himself in the act. In his younger days he would had flirted his heart away--but he couldn't do that to Desertpaw. Besides, Storkflight wouldn't be too proud that he wasn't defending his territory. Just allowing some she cat to make comfort in their home. “You are someone else, technically.” He grasp his two paws on an upper branch, being able to see her more clearly. He flashed her a smile. “You're not from Thunderclan. Which also means you shouldn't be here.” He was being lenient. He was being nice. That's generally who Tigerbreeze was--a nice cat. He didn't want to be ferocious, at the moment. Aside from that, the she cat didn't look harmful at all. Truthfully, he had been thinking of Desertpaw, and hoping to see her, but he buried that feeling down. This feline didn't know who he was or who Desertpaw was. However, Tigerbreeze gave a slight chuckle, almost dark than anything. He could had snorted, but instead he cocked his head to the side. “Apparently it got you lost,” he says, then bringing up one paw as if to scratch his nose. “Because you're not where you're suppose to be. New flash, Riverclan is across the border.” He quieted his voice, looking down the tree just to make sure no other passerbys could hear them. Then he flicked his bright hues to look at her once more. He hopped onto the branch his two paws were holding, able to completely see her. Though the tom kept his distance. No cat should trust someone from another clan. Instead he flicked his tail at her words, but kept his eyes forward ahead. Maybe at this spot he could detect the one who had been filling his mind constantly. Maybe...hopefully. “Who says I was in a hurry?” He said rather briskly as he felt his whiskers began to quiver. “Pfft, I like exploring my territory. You know, the place where I live. The place I am allowed to be in. The place I don't have to worry about being chased off. You know, my home.” He replies, probably info off too many hints at once. But he hoped she got his drift; she wasn't suppose to be here. Yet, secretly Tigerbreeze didn't really mind at all. He was quite the playful feline, but he wanted to be a good warrior for his clan. The right thing was to chase her off, but the right thing would also to keep peace. Maybe...he could do both? Tigerbreeze shook his head, flicking his eyes towards the red flaked she cat. “So...Shadowclan residing with Riverclan now?” He asked, his paws itching on top of the bark he was on. He was ready to run, but he stayed still. He didn't trust this cat.

Captain
August 2nd, 2017, 05:56 PM
The tiger stripes tom narrowed his eyes for a moment, but he didn't object the she cat. The tom looked around the tree. It was what he was made for. Being apart of Thunderclan, climbing was important to the cats of this part of the forest. He latched his claws on the bark as tightly as he could. At her voice, his ears twitched; definitely a she cat. And, judging based on her scent? Definitely Riverclan. He hopped up another branch, hoping to keep himself sturdy, but he almost lost his footing. He grunted as he lifted himself up to a higher branch. On this branch, the tom could clearly see the feline. The soft sunlight gave her pelt a sort of “sparkle” that has him, at first, very speechless. Her fur was already a red, but the sunlight made it seem brilliant. Tigerbreeze caught himself in the act. In his younger days he would had flirted his heart away--but he couldn't do that to Desertpaw. Besides, Storkflight wouldn't be too proud that he wasn't defending his territory. Just allowing some she cat to make comfort in their home. “You are someone else, technically.” He grasp his two paws on an upper branch, being able to see her more clearly. He flashed her a smile. “You're not from Thunderclan. Which also means you shouldn't be here.” He was being lenient. He was being nice. That's generally who Tigerbreeze was--a nice cat. He didn't want to be ferocious, at the moment. Aside from that, the she cat didn't look harmful at all. Truthfully, he had been thinking of Desertpaw, and hoping to see her, but he buried that feeling down. This feline didn't know who he was or who Desertpaw was. However, Tigerbreeze gave a slight chuckle, almost dark than anything. He could had snorted, but instead he cocked his head to the side. “Apparently it got you lost,” he says, then bringing up one paw as if to scratch his nose. “Because you're not where you're suppose to be. New flash, Riverclan is across the border.” He quieted his voice, looking down the tree just to make sure no other passerbys could hear them. Then he flicked his bright hues to look at her once more. He hopped onto the branch his two paws were holding, able to completely see her. Though the tom kept his distance. No cat should trust someone from another clan. Instead he flicked his tail at her words, but kept his eyes forward ahead. Maybe at this spot he could detect the one who had been filling his mind constantly. Maybe...hopefully. “Who says I was in a hurry?” He said rather briskly as he felt his whiskers began to quiver. “Pfft, I like exploring my territory. You know, the place where I live. The place I am allowed to be in. The place I don't have to worry about being chased off. You know, my home.” He replies, probably info off too many hints at once. But he hoped she got his drift; she wasn't suppose to be here. Yet, secretly Tigerbreeze didn't really mind at all. He was quite the playful feline, but he wanted to be a good warrior for his clan. The right thing was to chase her off, but the right thing would also to keep peace. Maybe...he could do both? Tigerbreeze shook his head, flicking his eyes towards the red flaked she cat. “So...Shadowclan residing with Riverclan now?” He asked, his paws itching on top of the bark he was on. He was ready to run, but he stayed still. He didn't trust this cat.


The young red-furred warrior continued to watch the Thunderclan male slowly make his way up the tree to get a better view of the so-called trespasser that she was. She scratched her neck with one paw, titling her head to the side with a curious, slightly amused smile on her maw. He hoisted himself up onto another sturdy branch, slightly higher up in the tree than she was and Wildfire couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to stare at her, speechless, it made a lightened blush come onto her muzzle and a polite smile slip onto her maw as she met his eyes. “True, I am someone unlike you have ever seen before - I like saying it that way.” Wildfire said, the warrior watching as he grasped a branch with his two front paws and flashed her a smile of his own. She blinked at the other cat, her long tail twitching as it limply hung off the branch. “Also true, but you see, the camp is so crowded with cats - this place is much more quieter and less hectic.” The red and orange-furred female listened to his words with a raise of her eyebrow and a smirk now resting as her expression. “Wow, so smart for a tom-cat.” Wildfire teased him, looking towards her clan’s land for a moment, “I suppose my company is frowned upon here, which I am not surprised - though I am not really causing any harm, am I? Not interfering with your, strange, activities or stealing prey.” The long-furred Riverclan warrior mentioned, poking the male’s face with one paw. Another bored, dulled expression came onto her face as he explained over and over again how this place was his home and towards the end, Wildfire tilted her head back and gave another quick roll of her eyes. ‘You really want me to leave that badly, love?” She said, not looking at the tom as she said this and lazily watching a few leaves sway in the light breeze above her. His question, however, made Wildfire look towards him for a moment. “Yep. The whole clan in Riverclan’s camp. The Medicine Den is packed with injured and apprentices are getting into fights.. It’s pure chaos. Why would I be out here if that wasn’t the case?” Wildfire murmured, but it was just a mere excuse - she loved to explore and break the border ruling. That was her true reason to be out here.

Brilliance
August 3rd, 2017, 02:07 PM
The young red-furred warrior continued to watch the Thunderclan male slowly make his way up the tree to get a better view of the so-called trespasser that she was. She scratched her neck with one paw, titling her head to the side with a curious, slightly amused smile on her maw. He hoisted himself up onto another sturdy branch, slightly higher up in the tree than she was and Wildfire couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to stare at her, speechless, it made a lightened blush come onto her muzzle and a polite smile slip onto her maw as she met his eyes. “True, I am someone unlike you have ever seen before - I like saying it that way.” Wildfire said, the warrior watching as he grasped a branch with his two front paws and flashed her a smile of his own. She blinked at the other cat, her long tail twitching as it limply hung off the branch. “Also true, but you see, the camp is so crowded with cats - this place is much more quieter and less hectic.” The red and orange-furred female listened to his words with a raise of her eyebrow and a smirk now resting as her expression. “Wow, so smart for a tom-cat.” Wildfire teased him, looking towards her clan’s land for a moment, “I suppose my company is frowned upon here, which I am not surprised - though I am not really causing any harm, am I? Not interfering with your, strange, activities or stealing prey.” The long-furred Riverclan warrior mentioned, poking the male’s face with one paw. Another bored, dulled expression came onto her face as he explained over and over again how this place was his home and towards the end, Wildfire tilted her head back and gave another quick roll of her eyes. ‘You really want me to leave that badly, love?” She said, not looking at the tom as she said this and lazily watching a few leaves sway in the light breeze above her. His question, however, made Wildfire look towards him for a moment. “Yep. The whole clan in Riverclan’s camp. The Medicine Den is packed with injured and apprentices are getting into fights.. It’s pure chaos. Why would I be out here if that wasn’t the case?” Wildfire murmured, but it was just a mere excuse - she loved to explore and break the border ruling. That was her true reason to be out here.

Once Tigerbreeze felt that he was comfortable in the tree, he allowed his tail to wrap around one branch, balancing himself as he lowered his body into a lazy position; one paw dangling from the tree, and the other delicately in front of him, a claw scratching at the bark. It was known that Thunderclanners loved climbing trees. They excelled at it. A specialty really. He flicked his ears, staring down at the she cat with a twitch of his whiskers. “Ah, so you're like-- what?” He paused, thinking of the correct word to say to her. Extraordinary? Probably not. It was a compliment and all, but she didn't seem like an extraordinary cat. Now, that he thought about; extra and ordinary? This she cat...didn't even look ordinary. She looked troubling. Like a troublemaker. “Unique, in a sense?” He asked, a small smirk playing on his maw. “I kinda like that! I'm more...different too, you know-- I like saying it that way.” He mocked her. Indeed, he was a charmer, but he knew his limits when it came to being too friendly with unwanted company. The right thing would had been to escort her out-- rather forcefully than he needed to. She had a vibe to her that Tigerbreeze found himself liking. He could be her friend. Or, at least try to. His eyes stared into the commoner’s land. Though he heard her words, that didn't give her an excuse to barge into their territory and not expect to face the consequences. “It is quieter over here…” He trailed off, thinking more about Windclan. There were more cats at that border more than anything else. Snowstar didn't really have any problems with Russetstar--hopefully. “Still not a reason for you to be here though.” He said, grunting as he sat up on the branch, allowing the sun to softly glow on his striped pelt, which was glossy, considering the amount of time he groomed it. He smirked at her teasing comment, but replied back with nothing, simply allowing a soft breeze to engulf them. But when she spoke again, Tigerbreeze looked down at her, giving her an odd look. “You should be lucky I didn't claw your ears off,” he muttered. “That would had been the right punishment for being in her territory. I'm trying to help you out!” He bent down on the branch, leaping until he caught hold of her branch. Now, that he was next to her, the tom looked the she cat over. “If you think about it, I'm helping you. What if someone from Thunderclan came and seen you in this tree, on our territory? Tsk, tsk, wouldn't be a smart move, would it?” He purred, proudly. A deep rumble in his chest. When she mentioned Shadowclan, a small smile crept onto his maw. This was the perfect place that he could be meeting with Desertpaw until they were ready to move back into their own lands. Oh, how he missed her! Turning back to his companion, Tigerbreeze scooted a tad close to her. The flecks of her fur, tickled him lightly, but he didn't look at her. “So Shadowclan settled in nicely, eh?” He asked. It was of a casual question. One that he wanted to ask about a certain someone but didn't want to be too odd at asking it. After all, he was breaking the warrior code just as much as she was. Though his punishment had to be far worse. Now, that he knew this, Tigerbreeze couldn't tell her about Desertpaw. He couldn't ask outright about the she cat. Something would had been up if he did so. So, he talked to her as if she were a friend. Maybe use a little bit of his charming personality to make his words seem...less suspicious. “That sounds amazing, though I understand how it must feel with all the tight air and the fact that you have to share dens with those...reptile eaters.” He said lowly, whispering into her ear and giving off a deep chuckle. “Have you...met any of them yet?” He asked. Maybe she ran into Desertpaw. He could only hope for something that he definitely wasn't true. Yet, he still tried. He just wanted to know-- specifically-- if she made it.

Captain
August 10th, 2017, 05:24 AM
Once Tigerbreeze felt that he was comfortable in the tree, he allowed his tail to wrap around one branch, balancing himself as he lowered his body into a lazy position; one paw dangling from the tree, and the other delicately in front of him, a claw scratching at the bark. It was known that Thunderclanners loved climbing trees. They excelled at it. A specialty really. He flicked his ears, staring down at the she cat with a twitch of his whiskers. “Ah, so you're like-- what?” He paused, thinking of the correct word to say to her. Extraordinary? Probably not. It was a compliment and all, but she didn't seem like an extraordinary cat. Now, that he thought about; extra and ordinary? This she cat...didn't even look ordinary. She looked troubling. Like a troublemaker. “Unique, in a sense?” He asked, a small smirk playing on his maw. “I kinda like that! I'm more...different too, you know-- I like saying it that way.” He mocked her. Indeed, he was a charmer, but he knew his limits when it came to being too friendly with unwanted company. The right thing would had been to escort her out-- rather forcefully than he needed to. She had a vibe to her that Tigerbreeze found himself liking. He could be her friend. Or, at least try to. His eyes stared into the commoner’s land. Though he heard her words, that didn't give her an excuse to barge into their territory and not expect to face the consequences. “It is quieter over here…” He trailed off, thinking more about Windclan. There were more cats at that border more than anything else. Snowstar didn't really have any problems with Russetstar--hopefully. “Still not a reason for you to be here though.” He said, grunting as he sat up on the branch, allowing the sun to softly glow on his striped pelt, which was glossy, considering the amount of time he groomed it. He smirked at her teasing comment, but replied back with nothing, simply allowing a soft breeze to engulf them. But when she spoke again, Tigerbreeze looked down at her, giving her an odd look. “You should be lucky I didn't claw your ears off,” he muttered. “That would had been the right punishment for being in her territory. I'm trying to help you out!” He bent down on the branch, leaping until he caught hold of her branch. Now, that he was next to her, the tom looked the she cat over. “If you think about it, I'm helping you. What if someone from Thunderclan came and seen you in this tree, on our territory? Tsk, tsk, wouldn't be a smart move, would it?” He purred, proudly. A deep rumble in his chest. When she mentioned Shadowclan, a small smile crept onto his maw. This was the perfect place that he could be meeting with Desertpaw until they were ready to move back into their own lands. Oh, how he missed her! Turning back to his companion, Tigerbreeze scooted a tad close to her. The flecks of her fur, tickled him lightly, but he didn't look at her. “So Shadowclan settled in nicely, eh?” He asked. It was of a casual question. One that he wanted to ask about a certain someone but didn't want to be too odd at asking it. After all, he was breaking the warrior code just as much as she was. Though his punishment had to be far worse. Now, that he knew this, Tigerbreeze couldn't tell her about Desertpaw. He couldn't ask outright about the she cat. Something would had been up if he did so. So, he talked to her as if she were a friend. Maybe use a little bit of his charming personality to make his words seem...less suspicious. “That sounds amazing, though I understand how it must feel with all the tight air and the fact that you have to share dens with those...reptile eaters.” He said lowly, whispering into her ear and giving off a deep chuckle. “Have you...met any of them yet?” He asked. Maybe she ran into Desertpaw. He could only hope for something that he definitely wasn't true. Yet, he still tried. He just wanted to know-- specifically-- if she made it.


Wildfire couldn’t help but give the male on the branch above her a small smirk and slight tilt of her head as he looked at her, the female’s tail swishing back and forth behind her as the two of them seemed to already have something brewing between them - yet she couldn’t place her paw on it. “Without a doubt, love.” Wildfire purred, answering his questioning remark about her being unique. In her mind, everyone was special and unique in their own way, letting them stand out and not come off as just a copy of someone else. The young she-cat gave a small huff of breath, leaning back against the branch slightly. “Mouse-brained tom..” She muttered with jokingly tone to it. So far, his company was alright and she was quite enjoying talking with this Thunderclan male. Wildfire didn’t talk to many cats, but that was her own choice, of course - she didn’t like how most cats never really liked her energetic nature and upbeat personality. The warrior gave a nod of agreement to his words about being quieter over here, smiling and relaxing there with her eyes closed - showing the laidback nature that she usually sported. “If you’d truly want me gone, I would be gone by now, wouldn’t I?” She retorted to his words, not moving when she said so. Wildfire noticed the weight shift on the branch that she was laying on, opening her eyes and noticing him beside her now, looking the she-cat over with shining eyes. She chuckled at this and rolled her eyes, sitting up and smirking at him. “No, I suppose not.” Wildfire remarked, lifting a paw and inspecting her claws, “Though, the smartest choice isn’t always the right one.” She looked at the male for a quiet moment, smiling before looking back out at the forest below. There was a calmed silence that went between the two warriors as they sat there, but Wildfire noticed him scoot closer to her on the branch, her fur touching him practically now. She would’ve given a smartened remark about this, but his question quickly steered the conversation in another direction. “You could say that.” Wildfire murmured, “Many were injured, broken legs, bloody gashes, shock, half-drowned cats - it wasn’t pretty when Shadowclan first was brought into camp. Though the medicine cats are doing the best they can.” Wildfire thought back to the scene that she laid witness to in the clearing before she had fled to the woods. It was a surprise within herself that those apprentices got away with so much when it came to getting into fights with one another. His words drew her away from her thoughts and Wildfire laughed slightly. “Amazing is one word to describe it.” She said, blinking at the tom beside her. “Ah, afraid not. I am not much of a social butterfly - even in my own clan.” The warrior said and tilted her head towards him, “Is there anyone out there that you are worried about or something?” Wildfire didn’t wish to push him, but was curious and took the chance to ask.

ShiningFern
August 15th, 2017, 05:03 PM
Chestnutsong padded along the border, often pausing to check by a bush or tree to see if anyone was hunting or had crossed over onto Thunderclan's side. Her beautiful brown fur was warmed by the sun's rays as they landed on her pelt. She grinned, blue eyes flashing. The riverclan border seemed alright so far, maybe she'd check behind the rock in front of her. The young warrior flicked her tail, opening her mouth slightly to taste the air. She turned, looking past the rock for any cats...or prey remains. She frowned slightly, noticing nothing different. Besides the sun out, there was nothing interesting. Chestnutsong looked on Riverclan's side of the border and sighed, sitting down little ways away from the rock.

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Brilliance
August 15th, 2017, 05:22 PM
Chestnutsong padded along the border, often pausing to check by a bush or tree to see if anyone was hunting or had crossed over onto Thunderclan's side. Her beautiful brown fur was warmed by the sun's rays as they landed on her pelt. She grinned, blue eyes flashing. The riverclan border seemed alright so far, maybe she'd check behind the rock in front of her. The young warrior flicked her tail, opening her mouth slightly to taste the air. She turned, looking past the rock for any cats...or prey remains. She frowned slightly, noticing nothing different. Besides the sun out, there was nothing interesting. Chestnutsong looked on Riverclan's side of the border and sighed, sitting down little ways away from the rock.

Constellation

Since Shadowclan had been destroyed for the tom being, they were settling within riverclan. Which wasn't all that bad really. There were a lot more cats. Different cats. Something Bronzeflash loved. He adored sickeningly causing trouble for everyone. His father--no doubt was annoyed with his manner, but that was how Bronzeflash was. A trouble maker. Like, he was now. Bored, but still somewhat thinking of causing trouble. Honeythistle wanted him to be good. Strawberrythorn wanted him to be safe. Bronzeeflash just wanted to...oh! Well, his eyes looked up, catching sight of a brown furred she cat. Just on the other side of the border. Wait! The border...? When did he make it here? Nevermind that, she looked like the perfect specimen to become ''friends'' with. More so, a pawn in case Bronzeflash did come up with some type of ''fun'' plan to play on. So, like he didn't care, and that he owned the world, the thick furred tom trotted towards her, throwing her as much of a charming smile that he could. ''Hey, you look bored,'' He chuckled, shaking his head in a cool manner. ''Same old, same old, eh?'' As he made his towards her, he circled around her, observing her physical attributes. ''Thunderclan, I'm guessing?'' He stopped in front of her, his seemingly green eyes flashing golden under the sun's light.

ShiningFern
August 15th, 2017, 07:08 PM
Since Shadowclan had been destroyed for the tom being, they were settling within riverclan. Which wasn't all that bad really. There were a lot more cats. Different cats. Something Bronzeflash loved. He adored sickeningly causing trouble for everyone. His father--no doubt was annoyed with his manner, but that was how Bronzeflash was. A trouble maker. Like, he was now. Bored, but still somewhat thinking of causing trouble. Honeythistle wanted him to be good. Strawberrythorn wanted him to be safe. Bronzeeflash just wanted to...oh! Well, his eyes looked up, catching sight of a brown furred she cat. Just on the other side of the border. Wait! The border...? When did he make it here? Nevermind that, she looked like the perfect specimen to become ''friends'' with. More so, a pawn in case Bronzeflash did come up with some type of ''fun'' plan to play on. So, like he didn't care, and that he owned the world, the thick furred tom trotted towards her, throwing her as much of a charming smile that he could. ''Hey, you look bored,'' He chuckled, shaking his head in a cool manner. ''Same old, same old, eh?'' As he made his towards her, he circled around her, observing her physical attributes. ''Thunderclan, I'm guessing?'' He stopped in front of her, his seemingly green eyes flashing golden under the sun's light.

Chestnutsong blinked, catching sight of a ginger tom. She raised an eyebrow as he grew closer and began to speak. The brown molly turned, watching the tom as he circled around her. "Well, I am patrolling this side of the border. And smell strongly of Thunderclan. Yes, I am a warrior of thunderclan" The young warrior mewed in her sweet sounding voice, "So your Riverclan? How do you like fish and swimming?" Her eyes flashed as she glanced at the tom, grinning. She only met a few cats at the gathering, and none as interesting as the tom seemed to be. She liked talking to others, seeing where their conversations would lead, she did it to most of the toms within 10 moons of her in her clan already. The molly flicked her gaze over the tom, looking at the muscles that showed through his fur. She was on guard, just in case he was a threat to her.

Brilliance
August 15th, 2017, 07:32 PM
Chestnutsong blinked, catching sight of a ginger tom. She raised an eyebrow as he grew closer and began to speak. The brown molly turned, watching the tom as he circled around her. "Well, I am patrolling this side of the border. And smell strongly of Thunderclan. Yes, I am a warrior of thunderclan" The young warrior mewed in her sweet sounding voice, "So your Riverclan? How do you like fish and swimming?" Her eyes flashed as she glanced at the tom, grinning. She only met a few cats at the gathering, and none as interesting as the tom seemed to be. She liked talking to others, seeing where their conversations would lead, she did it to most of the toms within 10 moons of her in her clan already. The molly flicked her gaze over the tom, looking at the muscles that showed through his fur. She was on guard, just in case he was a threat to her.

Patrolling, hm? Bronzeflash looked around, taking notice of Thunderclan's side of the border. Obviously, he wasn't suppose to be on this side of the border, but did she mind? Suddenly, the larger tom drew closer to her, leaning into her, while giving her a baffled look. One that made it appear he was raising an 'eyebrow' at her. ''You don't seem to be doing a good job with patrolling the borders,'' He mused, huffing. ''Aren't I the enemy?'' He suddenly got up, preparing himself for a fight if there was to be one. Maybe, he just wanted to fight...or, he just wanted someone to mess with. Someone to have fun with while he was residing in the boring part of Riverclan. Suddenly, the ginger tom laughed at her next comment. Him? Riverclan? Did he smell like fish? ''I honestly feel offended. Do I look like I would be Riverclan?'' He chuckled, rather darkly than he intended. ''I'm Shadowclan, if you hadn't noticed. Sadly, my clan gotta stay here for a few moons, I suppose. It's boring. And, I just got here!'' He shrugged. The she cat didn't seem so bad...kinda nice. Only, Bronzeflash didn't do nice. It wasn't his thing. ''I like it as much as flying and hunting birds.'' He deadpanned, but his voice was laced with heavy sarcasm. Fish and swimming? Now, swimming sounded fun, but trying fish...? He never thought about that. Maybe...one day. The tom got up, surveying the parts of Thunderclan. He wanted to go further, but he wondered what his new friend thought about that. Oh, yes. His new friend. Bronzeflash was gonna have fun with this one. Technically, his father told him not to cause mischief in Riverclan, but this was Thunderclan! Maybe, he could cause something to happen while at the border...but what would that be? ''I'm sure you're not busy. Speaking of swimming. I know a great place! You wanna try some fish?'' He turned back to her, flashing his seemingly golden-green gaze her way. In order to make a new friend, they had to bond. Perhaps, swimming was a great way to bond. If, she were up for it. Because, she totally looked like she was having a terrific time patrolling the border.

ShiningFern
August 16th, 2017, 05:12 PM
Patrolling, hm? Bronzeflash looked around, taking notice of Thunderclan's side of the border. Obviously, he wasn't suppose to be on this side of the border, but did she mind? Suddenly, the larger tom drew closer to her, leaning into her, while giving her a baffled look. One that made it appear he was raising an 'eyebrow' at her. ''You don't seem to be doing a good job with patrolling the borders,'' He mused, huffing. ''Aren't I the enemy?'' He suddenly got up, preparing himself for a fight if there was to be one. Maybe, he just wanted to fight...or, he just wanted someone to mess with. Someone to have fun with while he was residing in the boring part of Riverclan. Suddenly, the ginger tom laughed at her next comment. Him? Riverclan? Did he smell like fish? ''I honestly feel offended. Do I look like I would be Riverclan?'' He chuckled, rather darkly than he intended. ''I'm Shadowclan, if you hadn't noticed. Sadly, my clan gotta stay here for a few moons, I suppose. It's boring. And, I just got here!'' He shrugged. The she cat didn't seem so bad...kinda nice. Only, Bronzeflash didn't do nice. It wasn't his thing. ''I like it as much as flying and hunting birds.'' He deadpanned, but his voice was laced with heavy sarcasm. Fish and swimming? Now, swimming sounded fun, but trying fish...? He never thought about that. Maybe...one day. The tom got up, surveying the parts of Thunderclan. He wanted to go further, but he wondered what his new friend thought about that. Oh, yes. His new friend. Bronzeflash was gonna have fun with this one. Technically, his father told him not to cause mischief in Riverclan, but this was Thunderclan! Maybe, he could cause something to happen while at the border...but what would that be? ''I'm sure you're not busy. Speaking of swimming. I know a great place! You wanna try some fish?'' He turned back to her, flashing his seemingly golden-green gaze her way. In order to make a new friend, they had to bond. Perhaps, swimming was a great way to bond. If, she were up for it. Because, she totally looked like she was having a terrific time patrolling the border.

"Well, I would take Shadowclan over Riverclan any day." Chestnutsong mewed, turning her head as the tom grew closer. "Enemy? Right now you aren't a threat. When you become one, you will wish you had never gotten more than a fox-length over the border." She circled around the tom, making sure he didn't stray too far over the border. "Now, why are you in Riverclan? I thought you had your own territory. Did something happen?" She asked, making herself sound concerned before mewing, "Fish? Sure, why not." She knew it was against the code, but she already had disobeyed orders by not running off this tom. Perhaps bending it a little more wouldn't hurt. Her eyes glittered with curiousity, as she perked her ears. She was rather bored, and if she was out a bit later...she could just say she had been hunting. And bring back a mouse as proof. "There is one thing I must ask though? What is your name?" The young warrior asked, curling her tail tip.

Brilliance
August 17th, 2017, 12:01 AM
"Well, I would take Shadowclan over Riverclan any day." Chestnutsong mewed, turning her head as the tom grew closer. "Enemy? Right now you aren't a threat. When you become one, you will wish you had never gotten more than a fox-length over the border." She circled around the tom, making sure he didn't stray too far over the border. "Now, why are you in Riverclan? I thought you had your own territory. Did something happen?" She asked, making herself sound concerned before mewing, "Fish? Sure, why not." She knew it was against the code, but she already had disobeyed orders by not running off this tom. Perhaps bending it a little more wouldn't hurt. Her eyes glittered with curiousity, as she perked her ears. She was rather bored, and if she was out a bit later...she could just say she had been hunting. And bring back a mouse as proof. "There is one thing I must ask though? What is your name?" The young warrior asked, curling her tail tip.

"Oh, really?" Bronzeflash almost felt that he would snort. She sure did have a lot of confidence! That was for sure. Bronzeflash liked that. Within a she cat. Within any cat, really. Confidence was a good thing. A thing that everyone needed, and something that he and his own brother truly had. Maybe, they got it from their father, but their mother is just as feisty and confident like no other. "You don't scare me," he mused, laughing. "But it's cute! That you actually think that. Amusing really." He got up, watching with a glint in his eyes as she circled around him. Again, with the confidence. That was a good thing. At her question, Bronzeflash flashed her a look. Thunderclan must not had heard of the horrid flood that took over. Almost wiped out most of their clan. He narrowed his eyes, his amber-green gaze kept steady on her. "Eh, flood happened. Nothing too big." Only, it was big, but he refused to acknowledge it in such a way. He was safe. His family was safe. His mother was currently nursing his youngest sisters in the nursery. So, that was good. And, so we're his other step mothers. Nursing his half-siblings as well. He hopes up at her acceptance. "You really wanna try fish?" He purred, rather darkly. "Come on. The river won't drown you." He flicked his tail and began stalking off. She didn't even know him! Yet, she was following him! How insane was she? She didn't even know his-- oh, wait. There the question go. As he stopped in his tracks, he turned his head, checking her over. What was his name? He ruffled his fur, thinking up something. He simply could tell her his name-- but, what fun would that have done? As he stepped closer towards her, circling around her until he appeared on her other side, he brushed his tail against her. "Call me whatever you see me as," he purred, looking down at her before he jumped away, giving off a chuckle. Real, annoying he was. He didn't even ask her for her name, but he doubt she would tell him after he didn't tell her his name. And, that was the fun thing. Personally, he was known as Bronzeflash, but to many-- he was simply trouble. As he trotted on, he called her over. "Let's go! I wanna see the look on your face when you swallow that thing!" That would be the highlight of his day. And, maybe he could get some rough play time with this she cat. But, not completely rough. He wasn't violent.

ShiningFern
August 17th, 2017, 05:11 PM
"Oh, really?" Bronzeflash almost felt that he would snort. She sure did have a lot of confidence! That was for sure. Bronzeflash liked that. Within a she cat. Within any cat, really. Confidence was a good thing. A thing that everyone needed, and something that he and his own brother truly had. Maybe, they got it from their father, but their mother is just as feisty and confident like no other. "You don't scare me," he mused, laughing. "But it's cute! That you actually think that. Amusing really." He got up, watching with a glint in his eyes as she circled around him. Again, with the confidence. That was a good thing. At her question, Bronzeflash flashed her a look. Thunderclan must not had heard of the horrid flood that took over. Almost wiped out most of their clan. He narrowed his eyes, his amber-green gaze kept steady on her. "Eh, flood happened. Nothing too big." Only, it was big, but he refused to acknowledge it in such a way. He was safe. His family was safe. His mother was currently nursing his youngest sisters in the nursery. So, that was good. And, so we're his other step mothers. Nursing his half-siblings as well. He hopes up at her acceptance. "You really wanna try fish?" He purred, rather darkly. "Come on. The river won't drown you." He flicked his tail and began stalking off. She didn't even know him! Yet, she was following him! How insane was she? She didn't even know his-- oh, wait. There the question go. As he stopped in his tracks, he turned his head, checking her over. What was his name? He ruffled his fur, thinking up something. He simply could tell her his name-- but, what fun would that have done? As he stepped closer towards her, circling around her until he appeared on her other side, he brushed his tail against her. "Call me whatever you see me as," he purred, looking down at her before he jumped away, giving off a chuckle. Real, annoying he was. He didn't even ask her for her name, but he doubt she would tell him after he didn't tell her his name. And, that was the fun thing. Personally, he was known as Bronzeflash, but to many-- he was simply trouble. As he trotted on, he called her over. "Let's go! I wanna see the look on your face when you swallow that thing!" That would be the highlight of his day. And, maybe he could get some rough play time with this she cat. But, not completely rough. He wasn't violent.

"Yeah, cute. Just hope you don't meet me in battle. Or you will see I am much more than just cute." She mewed, wanting to snap, but she prevented herself. She had only just met this tom, first impressions where important. She licked her chest quickly, returning her gaze to the tom. "Oh, well it is good you have a place to say," She mewed, faking concern again. She watched as the tom circled around her, checking her over. This irritated her slightly, but not enough to where she wanted to go away. Chestnutsong waited as the tom replied, expecting him to say his name. She opened her mouth slightly, suprised. The warrior continued sharply, "Call me whatever you see me as? Great." She frowned slightly and continued alongside the tom. She was starting to be a little more irritated, but still it wasn't enough to drive her away. She swished her tail, pausing as she brushed Bronzeflash's tail with her own. She tilted her head slightly, wondering what he would do next. "Yes, let's go. Maybe I will like fish," She mewed, grinning again. Chestnutsong didn't completely trust the handsome Shadowclan tom she had met, but there was just enough trust and her own personality that she was willing to break the code and go with him.

Brilliance
August 17th, 2017, 05:45 PM
"Yeah, cute. Just hope you don't meet me in battle. Or you will see I am much more than just cute." She mewed, wanting to snap, but she prevented herself. She had only just met this tom, first impressions where important. She licked her chest quickly, returning her gaze to the tom. "Oh, well it is good you have a place to say," She mewed, faking concern again. She watched as the tom circled around her, checking her over. This irritated her slightly, but not enough to where she wanted to go away. Chestnutsong waited as the tom replied, expecting him to say his name. She opened her mouth slightly, suprised. The warrior continued sharply, "Call me whatever you see me as? Great." She frowned slightly and continued alongside the tom. She was starting to be a little more irritated, but still it wasn't enough to drive her away. She swished her tail, pausing as she brushed Bronzeflash's tail with her own. She tilted her head slightly, wondering what he would do next. "Yes, let's go. Maybe I will like fish," She mewed, grinning again. Chestnutsong didn't completely trust the handsome Shadowclan tom she had met, but there was just enough trust and her own personality that she was willing to break the code and go with him.

The she cat had sass! Bronzeflash was surprised...and, taken aback. He almost felt offended, but he simply laughed it off. Because it was a joke, right? Had to be. But, he purred, "It's a day I'll be looking forward to." He told her before continuing to walk. The only bad thing about the river was the fact he had to find the exact location of where the fish liked to be. They moved fast and slippery, and we're always found in different parts of the river, at different times of the day. He didn't look at her, but simply flicked his ears at her words. "Yeah, I guess. A bit too crowded if you ask me." He knew she didn't care. After all, why would she? This was a problem for Shadowclan and Riverclan alone. Not Thunderclan. "Besides, don't you squirrelbrains have conflict with those rabbitbrained fools?" Now, he was just sounding mean. Yet, that's who he was. Quite the mean tom, but he was also sensitive. Seldom did he ever show his sensitive side, but it was there. Locked. The key thrown away, so it would never be opened. Bronzeflash wanted to laugh - well, he did laugh. A pretty cocky laugh. "You have a problem with that, sweetheart?" He flashed her a grin. He knew he didn't have to say his name if he didn't want to. What, she was gonna force him to say his name? He was practically bigger than her - by a lot. Not to mention that he was athletic. He was known for fighting because it was all he ever done back in Shadowclan. Just play fight. "Like you said, just call me Great. Because after today, that's what you're gonna see me as." He replied. His eyes following down the river until he could spot some familiar forms swishing below. Though, he felt a light touch at his tail, and lightly grasped the fluffy tail within in his own, intertwining her tail with his. Sharply, he turned to her, looking down at her, "Intertwining tails on the first date, eh? I didn't know you liked to move so fast," he purred, rather smoothly before unhooking her tail from his own, and turning away from her. He continued paw alongside the river. He was quite flirtatious, picking up this trait from his brother. Although, he didn't go all out to flirt with she cats, just because. He wasn't like his brother. Bronzeflash wasn't completely into the idea of romance like Crimsonblaze was. Oh, no - he enjoyed the chase far more. But, he did love to flirt. Just to get a reaction out of them. "Oh, man! I hope you be ready to eat those words." He turned back to her before running to a spot that was perfect for fishing. This had to be it. Now, Bronzeflash didn't know how to swim. Nor, did he know how to water hunt. After all, he was Shadowclan. He didn't need to know how to hunt for fish. So, he sat down at the edge of the river, and turned back to the brown she cat. "You know how to swim?" He asked, genuinely curious. "Or, so I need to give you a little push?" He added, rather darkly than he intended.

lone
August 20th, 2017, 11:48 PM
Kestrelpaw didn't really love coming to the border. It wasn't like it was the warmest, fuzziest place on earth. And then there were other problems too, like... she didn't like RiverClan cats. They made her uncomfortable. And some of the time they made her lose her temper. Because they were just so dumb sometimes, she couldn't help but lose her temper with them. And now? With ShadowClan moving in with them? Oh, what was Kestrelpaw doing here? This was practically a ticking time bomb for her to lose her temper, to scream at a cat passing by, and all she could do was hope that she wouldn't. The apprentice was mature. Rare was the time when she would raise her voice at anyone, scream at them, shout or rant at them - it was always calm and well-thought out remarks. Except when it came to these cats... because she hated them just enough to the point where it was impossible for her to do anything else.The breeze blew through her fur, ruffling it slightly so that it was not as neat and perfect-looking as the rest of her.

Though she was hardly the type of cat to make sure that her fur was perfectly groomed. The apprentice looked across the border, wrinkling her nose at the fishy smell. StarClan, it was disgusting here. Her paws seemed to be rejecting the very ground, shifting themselves around and picking first one, then the other up and she stared down at them as though they were someone else's paws entirely. Her sharp green eyes payed attention to the territory around her, on both sides of the border. Any cat who tried to cross over was going to get one heck of a surprise when they did. Aime'Storm had taught the young apprentice well, and she was prepared to defend her Clan if it came to it. Although to be honest, she was kind of hoping that it wouldn't. Respect was an important part in any Clan relationships, and she didn't want the respect between the two Clans to be broken. Now if this was WindClan?

That would be another matter, but the last thing that Snowstar needed was reports of a ThunderClan apprentice going crazy and attacking RiverClan warriors. Or at least, RiverClan apprentices. She wasn't stupid enough to attack a warrior. She knew that she would lose, Kestrelpaw was intelligent! Intelligent enough to tell that, anyways. The sky above was dark and she had come out here when she probably wasn't allowed to - just in case some idiot chose to cross the border.

monfang

monfang
August 21st, 2017, 12:03 AM
Kestrelpaw didn't really love coming to the border. It wasn't like it was the warmest, fuzziest place on earth. And then there were other problems too, like... she didn't like RiverClan cats. They made her uncomfortable. And some of the time they made her lose her temper. Because they were just so dumb sometimes, she couldn't help but lose her temper with them. And now? With ShadowClan moving in with them? Oh, what was Kestrelpaw doing here? This was practically a ticking time bomb for her to lose her temper, to scream at a cat passing by, and all she could do was hope that she wouldn't. The apprentice was mature. Rare was the time when she would raise her voice at anyone, scream at them, shout or rant at them - it was always calm and well-thought out remarks. Except when it came to these cats... because she hated them just enough to the point where it was impossible for her to do anything else.The breeze blew through her fur, ruffling it slightly so that it was not as neat and perfect-looking as the rest of her.

Though she was hardly the type of cat to make sure that her fur was perfectly groomed. The apprentice looked across the border, wrinkling her nose at the fishy smell. StarClan, it was disgusting here. Her paws seemed to be rejecting the very ground, shifting themselves around and picking first one, then the other up and she stared down at them as though they were someone else's paws entirely. Her sharp green eyes payed attention to the territory around her, on both sides of the border. Any cat who tried to cross over was going to get one heck of a surprise when they did. Aime'Storm had taught the young apprentice well, and she was prepared to defend her Clan if it came to it. Although to be honest, she was kind of hoping that it wouldn't. Respect was an important part in any Clan relationships, and she didn't want the respect between the two Clans to be broken. Now if this was WindClan?

That would be another matter, but the last thing that Snowstar needed was reports of a ThunderClan apprentice going crazy and attacking RiverClan warriors. Or at least, RiverClan apprentices. She wasn't stupid enough to attack a warrior. She knew that she would lose, Kestrelpaw was intelligent! Intelligent enough to tell that, anyways. The sky above was dark and she had come out here when she probably wasn't allowed to - just in case some idiot chose to cross the border.

monfang
He trotted behind her, quick, ears pinned to his head, head low and his body showing that he most definitely was scared. He heard bad rumours about the borders, how some cats were killed here, and he gulped at the thought. "H-Hey Ketralpaw, do you th-think we could h-head home, I-I'm sure our mentors would understand." his soft, weak, stuttery voice sounded behind his sister, tail nearly between his legs. He wasn't exactly fond of border trips either, and infact, that made him more scared than ever. Surely there was something he could do right? Like, run home like a little mouse. Sunpaw would tease him until the end of time, that's for sure. He swallowed hard and slowly padded behind her. He couldn't leave her alone.
As he walked he stepped on a twig, and the snap caused him to jump high into the air with a yelp, and he bolted, hiding behind his sister. "SOMEONE'S AFTER US!" he whispered, loudly and hoarsely in fear as he shook and shuddered against her. His green eyes wide with fear. He wanted to go home. Things like this scared the poor tom out of his own pelt.

lone
August 21st, 2017, 12:17 AM
He trotted behind her, quick, ears pinned to his head, head low and his body showing that he most definitely was scared. He heard bad rumours about the borders, how some cats were killed here, and he gulped at the thought. "H-Hey Ketralpaw, do you th-think we could h-head home, I-I'm sure our mentors would understand." his soft, weak, stuttery voice sounded behind his sister, tail nearly between his legs. He wasn't exactly fond of border trips either, and infact, that made him more scared than ever. Surely there was something he could do right? Like, run home like a little mouse. Sunpaw would tease him until the end of time, that's for sure. He swallowed hard and slowly padded behind her. He couldn't leave her alone.
As he walked he stepped on a twig, and the snap caused him to jump high into the air with a yelp, and he bolted, hiding behind his sister. "SOMEONE'S AFTER US!" he whispered, loudly and hoarsely in fear as he shook and shuddered against her. His green eyes wide with fear. He wanted to go home. Things like this scared the poor tom out of his own pelt.
"We can head home in a little bit." Kestrelpaw's answer sounded final, and she didn't so much as glance over towards her brother. Most of the time she was pretty understanding about Firepaw's fear, but... was she looking for someone? Probably, probably someone that she could accuse of crossing the border. His loud yelp made her fur bristle and her head whipped around, glancing behind her fearfully before she breathed a sigh of relief. No one was there. No ShadowClan cat was there, no RiverClan cat was there. "It was just you stepping on a twig, Firepaw. It's okay - I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." The she cat purred, making sure that the tom was safe near her. She didn't want her brother to be scared. He was one of the few who got to see her showing her emotions, showing her care for the other tom. Most of the time she acted as though no one meant anything to her, as though she needed no one... as though she could make it on her own. And perhaps she could, maybe that wasn't just some bluff. But it sure did seem like one. The sandy feline's eyes scanned the territory, her expression almost proud as she stayed in front of Firepaw. Was there something there? The apprentice's eyes narrowed and she opened her maw to speak. "If you're there, show your face... you coward." Her voice was calm, although insulting at the same time as though she knew she was saying something rude and really couldn't care less that she was. Her eyes flashed, tail lashed - and she struggled not to hit Firepaw in the face with it as she awaited the cat in the shadows to emerge. Was this all in her imagination? They would see. But one thing, Kestrelpaw was sure of... she wouldn't let them hurt her brother.

monfang
August 21st, 2017, 12:43 AM
"We can head home in a little bit." Kestrelpaw's answer sounded final, and she didn't so much as glance over towards her brother. Most of the time she was pretty understanding about Firepaw's fear, but... was she looking for someone? Probably, probably someone that she could accuse of crossing the border. His loud yelp made her fur bristle and her head whipped around, glancing behind her fearfully before she breathed a sigh of relief. No one was there. No ShadowClan cat was there, no RiverClan cat was there. "It was just you stepping on a twig, Firepaw. It's okay - I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." The she cat purred, making sure that the tom was safe near her. She didn't want her brother to be scared. He was one of the few who got to see her showing her emotions, showing her care for the other tom. Most of the time she acted as though no one meant anything to her, as though she needed no one... as though she could make it on her own. And perhaps she could, maybe that wasn't just some bluff. But it sure did seem like one. The sandy feline's eyes scanned the territory, her expression almost proud as she stayed in front of Firepaw. Was there something there? The apprentice's eyes narrowed and she opened her maw to speak. "If you're there, show your face... you coward." Her voice was calm, although insulting at the same time as though she knew she was saying something rude and really couldn't care less that she was. Her eyes flashed, tail lashed - and she struggled not to hit Firepaw in the face with it as she awaited the cat in the shadows to emerge. Was this all in her imagination? They would see. But one thing, Kestrelpaw was sure of... she wouldn't let them hurt her brother.
Firepaw shook in fear as she called out her words. "Are you crazy?! What if it's some giant ShadowClan cat that the apprentices have talked about?!" he whispered, looking frantically in the direction his sister was. The firey orange tabby's fur floofed up, his green orbs wide and his pupils in narrow slits. He was terrified. "Come on, Kes, let's go..." he whispered, using his paw to tug at her shoulder so she would move, but he had a feeling she wouldn't budge. She was stubborn sometimes, but only he saw that about her. She was smart, she was mostly stoic, but around him she acted like a mother. He swallowed hard and tugged more. "Come on before someone sees us, let's go!" his whisper grew in volume as he tried to convince her to leave, to go home where they could be safe. Brush off all of this. He was ready to bolt when the sudden chirp of a squirrel, yet again, made him scream in fear, and he dropped his upper half, hiding his face behind his paws, small, hardly audible whimpers escaping his maw that seemed to move with his shuddering body.
{ poor fire xD oh hey what if kestral is the only one that understands his fears? }

ShiningFern
August 22nd, 2017, 07:25 PM
The she cat had sass! Bronzeflash was surprised...and, taken aback. He almost felt offended, but he simply laughed it off. Because it was a joke, right? Had to be. But, he purred, "It's a day I'll be looking forward to." He told her before continuing to walk. The only bad thing about the river was the fact he had to find the exact location of where the fish liked to be. They moved fast and slippery, and we're always found in different parts of the river, at different times of the day. He didn't look at her, but simply flicked his ears at her words. "Yeah, I guess. A bit too crowded if you ask me." He knew she didn't care. After all, why would she? This was a problem for Shadowclan and Riverclan alone. Not Thunderclan. "Besides, don't you squirrelbrains have conflict with those rabbitbrained fools?" Now, he was just sounding mean. Yet, that's who he was. Quite the mean tom, but he was also sensitive. Seldom did he ever show his sensitive side, but it was there. Locked. The key thrown away, so it would never be opened. Bronzeflash wanted to laugh - well, he did laugh. A pretty cocky laugh. "You have a problem with that, sweetheart?" He flashed her a grin. He knew he didn't have to say his name if he didn't want to. What, she was gonna force him to say his name? He was practically bigger than her - by a lot. Not to mention that he was athletic. He was known for fighting because it was all he ever done back in Shadowclan. Just play fight. "Like you said, just call me Great. Because after today, that's what you're gonna see me as." He replied. His eyes following down the river until he could spot some familiar forms swishing below. Though, he felt a light touch at his tail, and lightly grasped the fluffy tail within in his own, intertwining her tail with his. Sharply, he turned to her, looking down at her, "Intertwining tails on the first date, eh? I didn't know you liked to move so fast," he purred, rather smoothly before unhooking her tail from his own, and turning away from her. He continued paw alongside the river. He was quite flirtatious, picking up this trait from his brother. Although, he didn't go all out to flirt with she cats, just because. He wasn't like his brother. Bronzeflash wasn't completely into the idea of romance like Crimsonblaze was. Oh, no - he enjoyed the chase far more. But, he did love to flirt. Just to get a reaction out of them. "Oh, man! I hope you be ready to eat those words." He turned back to her before running to a spot that was perfect for fishing. This had to be it. Now, Bronzeflash didn't know how to swim. Nor, did he know how to water hunt. After all, he was Shadowclan. He didn't need to know how to hunt for fish. So, he sat down at the edge of the river, and turned back to the brown she cat. "You know how to swim?" He asked, genuinely curious. "Or, so I need to give you a little push?" He added, rather darkly than he intended.

(Sorry I hadn't replied earlier, I have been busy with college homework and classes lately)

She growled slightly, staring at the Shadowclan tom. She paused a moment before following him. She had only just met the tom, and since he was from a different clan, she didn't expect him to act too friendly. Padding alongside the tom, she pricked her ears as she heard him speak. Chestnutsong replied slightly offended, "No, we squirrelbrains are not in any real conflict with the Windclan rabbit-brains. Just a small dispute." The pretty brown female flicked her blue gaze to the tom, staring at his eyes for a second before looking away. As she padded further away from her home territory, she felt a bit more trust for the tom she was following. If what he had said was true, he would probably know the territory a bit. Not to mention knowing if a Riverclan cat was coming close by. She narrowed her pretty eyes for a moment, glaring at the tom. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. There isn't much I can do about it seeing I am in an unfamiliar territory." She said, flicking an ear. She was very athletic herself, but her fur was rather short. Any harmful blows coming her way would hurt her if she couldn't move out of the way. Continuing she mewed, "I'll see just how great you are by the end of the day. I am sure about that." Her trust was growing, but she was a bit irritated with the tom. But she supposed that is how she was as well, she was known to be quite sassy herself. As they padded closer to the river, she flicked her tail. The young warrior loved to flirt with toms, for their reactions, and for some other things too. She shook her fur slightly, perhaps seeming nervous. For now, she would just see what the tom wanted to do with their new sort of 'friendship.' Chestnutsong smiled, placing her slim paws into the cool water. She noticed the tom look to her as he asked another question. "Yes, I can swim. Not that great, but I know enough." She said, laughing slightly at the toms words. How would he know if she needed help or not? Sure she knew how to swim, but she would never tell where she learned. Fishing, well that was a different matter, she had no clue how to do that. She curled her tail slightly behind her, flashing a beautiful smile to the tom.