RiverClan Territory

[The Skeleton Prince]

Originally Posted by Surota Onishi

He dashes to the right dodging the snow completely and kicks some snow of his own at her

She giggles and tackles him

[Surota Onishi]

Originally Posted by Willowstorm

She giggles and tackles him

He falls onto his back and laughs a little

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Silverpaw prodded the snow curiously with his paw. "Snow is white?!"

[The Skeleton Prince]

Originally Posted by Pink Orca!

Silverpaw prodded the snow curiously with his paw. "Snow is white?!"

Phantompaw looks at Silverpaw laughs "Yeah and it tastes like water" she purrs

[~Breadsticks~]

Originally Posted by Darkclaws

"My name is Fishtail," The older tom said letting out a long sigh, "I just wish she'd stay here," He sighed.
(Going to bed)

Adderpaw nodded, "She's mentioned that she might come back, but she's also worried that the names she gives them won't work with being clan names." He told Fishtail bluntly, "I'm not sure if Heronpaw and Ratpaw would want to come back and I'm not sure either but she seems to think we can make our own decisions and we like that."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Willowstorm

Phantompaw looks at Silverpaw laughs "Yeah and it tastes like water" she purrs

Silverpaw tipped his head. "What? It was always brown and tasted of mud!" He prodded it again.

[The Skeleton Prince]

Originally Posted by Pink Orca!

Silverpaw tipped his head. "What? It was always brown and tasted of mud!" He prodded it again.

She laughs "Go ahead taste it" She purrs

[Surota Onishi]

WaterTalon pushes her of him and looks around but sniffing the air

[goddess of ducks]

@Cloudy @Rabbitpaw
(Rabbit have Moonpaw just kinda tailing Cloudyfoot)
The starry figure glided out of camp, moving soundlessly across the ground. He paused every once in a while, glancing over his shoulder making sure Cloudyfoot was still there. He floated above the semi Frozen River, searching its depths searching for the body he once dwelled in. Waterstreak moved in soundlessly, his gaze flicking between the shore and the river. He watched the river to watch for his body, not sure where it had ended up due to the current. When he glanced at the shore, the events of what happened not too terribly long ago played over and over again. He passed the spot where he had caught the small Vole, and saw it already partially buried under the snow near the rock pile where he had left it. "It shouldn't be too much further, unless the river current is stronger than I thought." He mewed, his voice low and gruff, the tine serious, fitting for his current mood of grief.

[The Skeleton Prince]

(Gtg be back later)