Saltmeadow Marsh

[King of the Untamed]

Originally Posted by Gold

Goldenglow had been on a border patrol, and wandered off. "Go back to your territory, I don't want to have to hurt you," she warned gently.

Originally Posted by King Jack the Negotiator

"I'm sorry, I must have been so immersed in my hunting that I didn't realize I had crossed the border." Tigerscar would reply, looking around. "If you happen to find a rat snake, bring it to the tallest tree in ShadowClan territory, please. I've been tracking it for a good while, it went this way." He continued, motioning towards a clearing not too far from the spot where the two cats had met.

Turning to leave, Tigerscar would stop, seeing a pair of piecing red eyes in the bushes. "Hey, RiverClan cat... run. Those eyes in the bushes... they're hunting me. You don't wanna stay here much longer."

The nightmarish, red-eyed rogue cat lept out of the bushes, landing only a couple tail lengths from Tigerscar.

"Hello, Tigerpaw. How are you, my mouse-brained friend?" The rogue would hiss, baring his teeth.

"I'm Tigerscar, now! So back off, Nightmare!" Tigerscar would hiss back, baring his own teeth and his claws unsheathed and ready for action.

[Fawn]

After a hefty walk fueled by daydreams, Fawnpaw finally found himself at the stream separating RiverClan and ShadowClan, a location he never thought he'd find himself in without an escort. Obedience may as well have been a signature trait of his, but now... he wasn't as certain as he'd sneaked out of camp, dodged patrols, and wound up here. Recently, it'd been difficult to feel like himself after losing his mentor, booking his days with mindless tasks around camp to ease the sting of its trauma. Fawnpaw was relieved to be in moderate peace among his thoughts out here, away from the bustle of camp and prying eyes that brimmed sympathetically when he paced his nervousness into the ground. Peering to the river's swirling water, he watched his reflection twist with the little waves but closed his eyes after a moment, exhaling. It was a silent plea to let his mind relax for once and let go of the habitual overthinking that tended to exhaust him, but already, his paws were itching to pace. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he couldn't help himself and was padding mindlessly along the bank of the stream, back and forth like a caged lion.


@TawnyNeedsACoffee

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Dipper

After a hefty walk fueled by daydreams, Fawnpaw finally found himself at the stream separating RiverClan and ShadowClan, a location he never thought he'd find himself in without an escort. Obedience may as well have been a signature trait of his, but now... he wasn't as certain as he'd sneaked out of camp, dodged patrols, and wound up here. Recently, it'd been difficult to feel like himself after losing his mentor, booking his days with mindless tasks around camp to ease the sting of its trauma. Fawnpaw was relieved to be in moderate peace among his thoughts out here, away from the bustle of camp and prying eyes that brimmed sympathetically when he paced his nervousness into the ground. Peering to the river's swirling water, he watched his reflection twist with the little waves but closed his eyes after a moment, exhaling. It was a silent plea to let his mind relax for once and let go of the habitual overthinking that tended to exhaust him, but already, his paws were itching to pace. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he couldn't help himself and was padding mindlessly along the bank of the stream, back and forth like a caged lion.


@TawnyNeedsACoffee

A grey and white speckled feline padded through the pine territory, she hummed softly as she had a little spring in her step, mulling over the recent events. Considering almost getting torn apart by a RiverClan shecat and then the battle between her clanmates, the young Molly was pretty happy- although she was always pretty peppy since she wasn't one to dwell on sad thoughts."Hmmm...What to do...". Cinder'Paw mumbled to herself energetically as her multicoloured eyes peered at her surroundings, a small bird whistled softly and the young Molly softly hummed to the tone. The apprentice hadn't had time to relax for a while so she was enjoying herself surrounded by nature, even the wind the blew was oddly soothing to her.'It's so nice out here today! Too bad Dunlin'Paw was too caught up in the silly group...'. She thought sulkily, ever since a moon or two ago her brother had become slightly distant from her and every time she did talk to him all he went on about was some weird drama going on among his group. Cinder'Paw very much missed the old Dunlin'Paw who took time to hang out with her and didn't care about what others thought. Releasing a small sigh she abruptly stopped, the young shecat had almost padded into the small river that divided the border between ShadowClan and RiverClan.Cinder'Paw frantically backed up, she hadn't realised how far she had gone until now but before she could turn around to go back to camp she spotted a young apprentice pacing back and forth on the other side of the border. The molly blinked before asking in a confused tone, the tom seemed to be- on edge."Uh...Are you right there?".Her head tilted slightly as she gazed at the brown and cream coloured tom.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

A grey and white speckled feline padded through the pine territory, she hummed softly as she had a little spring in her step, mulling over the recent events. Considering almost getting torn apart by a RiverClan shecat and then the battle between her clanmates, the young Molly was pretty happy- although she was always pretty peppy since she wasn't one to dwell on sad thoughts."Hmmm...What to do...". Cinderpaw mumbled to herself energetically as her multicoloured eyes peered at her surroundings, a small bird whistled softly and the young Molly softly hummed to the tone. The apprentice hadn't had time to relax for a while so she was enjoying herself surrounded by nature, even the wind the blew was oddly soothing to her.'It's so nice out here today! Too bad Dunlinpaw was too caught up in the silly group...'. She thought sulkily, ever since a moon or two ago her brother had become slightly distant from her and every time she did talk to him all he went on about was some weird drama going on among his group. Cinderpaw very much missed the old Dunlinpaw who took time to hang out with her and didn't care about what others thought. Releasing a small sigh she abruptly stopped, the young shecat had almost padded into the small river that divided the border between ShadowClan and RiverClan.Cinderpaw frantically backed up, she hadn't realised how far she had gone until now but before she could turn around to go back to camp she spotted a young apprentice pacing back and forth on the other side of the border. The molly blinked before asking in a confused tone, the tom seemed to be- on edge."Uh...Are you right there?".Her head tilted slightly as she gazed at the brown and cream coloured tom.

Fawnpaw's pacing and incessant thoughts rendered him blind and deaf to the surrounding world, so he was unaware of the she-cat's approach until she was basically standing at the river. Even then, he was distracted, squinted gaze set on the ground that was muddied and wet from melting snow, the river rising upshore from the new water. When he was spoken to, he nearly jumped out of his skin, heart hammering in his ribcage -- the interruption was unexpected, and that showed in his startled, wide-eyed expression that he gave her, head snapping up to view the source of the noise. "Jeez, you..." he started, flustered and struggling to find the words, "you-- uh, wow. Way to scare the fur right off of me." His meow was followed by a self-conscious, semi-embarrassed laugh as he regarded her, realizing he was looking in the face of a ShadowClan cat. Great, now she probably thought he was a jumpy mousebrain... well, he supposed that'd be a fair judgment to make, considering he'd almost fallen into the river when she called out to him.

In the next moment, Fawnpaw realized he had completely forgotten to answer her question in the midst of panicking, even though he was skeptical of her, caught between honesty and running back to camp because he wasn't sure he should be talking to someone in another Clan. In the end, he assumed there was no harm in light chatter... only for a while. Nobody would have to know, and it wasn't as if he planned on staying here long. "I'm-- look, it's not a big deal. I was just thinking," he responded through a gentle sigh, idly dipping a paw into the water of the stream. "And the pacing helps me think, I guess. I know it's weird, but... it seemed better to do it out here where no one would judge me," he cleared his throat, "except, uh, you're here, so..."

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Fawnpaw's pacing and incessant thoughts rendered him blind and deaf to the surrounding world, so he was unaware of the she-cat's approach until she was basically standing at the river. Even then, he was distracted, squinted gaze set on the ground that was muddied and wet from melting snow, the river rising upshore from the new water. When he was spoken to, he nearly jumped out of his skin, heart hammering in his ribcage -- the interruption was unexpected, and that showed in his startled, wide-eyed expression that he gave her, head snapping up to view the source of the noise. "Jeez, you..." he started, flustered and struggling to find the words, "you-- uh, wow. Way to scare the fur right off of me." His meow was followed by a self-conscious, semi-embarrassed laugh as he regarded her, realizing he was looking in the face of a ShadowClan cat. Great, now she probably thought he was a jumpy mousebrain... well, he supposed that'd be a fair judgment to make, considering he'd almost fallen into the river when she called out to him.

In the next moment, Fawnpaw realized he had completely forgotten to answer her question in the midst of panicking, even though he was sceptical of her, caught between honesty and running back to camp because he wasn't sure he should be talking to someone in another Clan. In the end, he assumed there was no harm in light chatter... only for a while. Nobody would have to know, and it wasn't as if he planned on staying here long. "I'm-- look, it's not a big deal. I was just thinking," he responded through a gentle sigh, idly dipping a paw into the water of the stream. "And the pacing helps me think, I guess. I know it's weird, but... it seemed better to do it out here where no one would judge me," he cleared his throat, "except, uh, you're here, so..."

Cinder'Paw blinked, her tone confused but peppy."Who cares what others think? You're just being yourself and they're just being their selves! so there's nothing wrong with doing what you like". Saying this her eyes lit up in excitement, only just realising she was speaking with a RiverClan apprentice although she was slightly cautious due to a previous bad experience with a RiverClan shecat."Hey- Aren't you a RiverClan cat?".Her voice sounded strangely excited as she eagerly looked at the tom."Is fish really that good?- It sounds disgusting to me, OH! Also, how are you able to swim so well? Isn't the water cold? It must be a big pain to swim in winter!".A mouthful of words fumbled out her mouth energetically, a big smile on her face.
Seeing the discomfort on the young tom's face, her own face dimmed a bit her brows furrowed slightly as she spoke softly."Sorry- I'm usually told that I talk too much although sometimes I think it's better to talk then being quiet...".Again realising she was rambling she changed the topic just as quickly as her mood changed."Why were you thinking? Oh! Is this what they call 'A mental break down?' Because if it is my brother, Dunlin'Paw has told me all about those! Apparently, its when something bad happens and you start doing things that cause you to think about all the negative things- Although that doesn't sound very good...". She thought for a moment before she smiled innocently at the RiverClan Apprentice.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

Cinderpaw blinked, her tone confused but peppy."Who cares what others think? You're just being yourself and they're just being their selves! so there's nothing wrong with doing what you like". Saying this her eyes lit up in excitement, only just realising she was speaking with a RiverClan apprentice although she was slightly cautious due to a previous bad experience with a RiverClan shecat."Hey- Aren't you a RiverClan cat?".Her voice sounded strangely excited as she eagerly looked at the tom."Is fish really that good?- It sounds disgusting to me, OH! Also, how are you able to swim so well? Isn't the water cold? It must be a big pain to swim in winter!".A mouthful of words fumbled out her mouth energetically, a big smile on her face.
Seeing the discomfort on the young tom's face, her own face dimmed a bit her brows furrowed slightly as she spoke softly."Sorry- I'm usually told that I talk too much although sometimes I think it's better to talk then being quiet...".Again realising she was rambling she changed the topic just as quickly as her mood changed."Why were you thinking? Oh! Is this what they call 'A mental break down?' Because if it is my brother, Dunlinpaw has told me all about those! Apparently, its when something bad happens and you start doing things that cause you to think about all the negative things- Although that doesn't sound very good...". She thought for a moment before she smiled innocently at the RiverClan Apprentice.

Ears tilting back, Fawnpaw had no idea if he should be ashamed of his self-consciousness or not but assumed pacing was something to do in private. “It might make them nervous…” he offered lamely. “And besides, I don’t want to get under any warrior’s paws.” It was barely once he’d gotten the answer out that she was tossing more inquiries at him, leaving him struggling to catch up and reply to them all. Her eagerness had him apprehensively flicking an ear and shyly teasing, “What, you wouldn’t believe that I’m a ShadowClan cat who can teleport across a river?” An anxious laugh at his stupid joke, then he went on more seriously. “Fish is pretty good, honestly. I don’t know, have you ever tried it? …And, as for swimming, I… haven’t exactly— y’know, swam yet. Guess maybe I am more ShadowClan than RiverClan, heh.”

Fawnpaw blinked. “I’m usually told that I think too much, so I guess we’d make quite the pair,” he said, voice teetering on joking but not striking the tone. So he coughed, and moved on. “I don’t mind, really. It’s, uh, endearing?” Although her extroversion was intimidating in how the questions flew at him, he deemed it admirable and wished he could possess the same social skills. Conversation seemingly came naturally to Cinderpaw. When asked why he was thinking, he stared dumbly for a couple seconds as she rambled on, then he explained, “Sorry, it’s just— nobody has ever asked that before. I don’t think it’s a mental breakdown, though.” The suggestion made him wince, reminding him distantly of panic attacks. Drawn to the present once more, Fawnpaw was hesitant to clue her into his thoughts when they revolved around his own strife, so perhaps… it would be impolite. He didn’t want to unload his burdens onto her. “Well, now I’m thinking about how I never did get your name…?” he prompted with a tilt of his head, dodging the original question. “I mean, calling you ‘Dunlinpaw’s sister’ is a little wordy for me.”

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Pluto

@Fuzzyfeline @Fuzzyfeline

The fluffy brown she cat padded along her own side of the border ,every now and then giving it glances and glares, ever since that fight at seastones with cinderpaw who was in fact shadowclan , a fight that she started over some stupid reason. She felt.....regret....but also has been telling herself that the apprentice needed to be taught a lesson to keep her mouth shut. To not say those things. She did and had no shame in thinking that seastones belonged to riverclan , why? Because A head a huge body of water and B who's the only clan that can swim ? Riverclan!! She snorted with an eye roll ,well atleast she got a nice scar on her hind leg to show off to Persephone ! She smiled and looked back at what she gained, it was....medium sized and was easily healed within a moon if she didn't pick at it. Which was hard not to do. Her second scar! The first being her torn lip piece of course....more to add to the collection . She huffed with pride before looking back forward , and after awhile she began to feel alone..... She wanted to be with lambdream right now but....Her friend was there when she decided to act like an anger filled idiotic tom! But ...She figured some space would be best for a moon or so. I need to make it up to her.....forget the apprentice ....She probably won't let me do anything anyways ...other than that...I don't care .

Her eyes flicked to a moment in her own territory ,it looked like the body of a feline for a split second because it was so quick ,she turned to the direction "lambdream? Persephone ?" she called her tone filled with hope " ..i-ivyshine?...." she asked her tone now filled with uncertainty . am I going insane now? and at that moment she caught the scent, her mouth watered and her stomach clenched with hunger. Land prey. And to be more accurate , mouse!yes she's hunted mice before ,at seastones...and in clan if fish were not an option . Hunger gnawed at her stomach as she crept toward the creature somewhat farther away from the border on her side but still within clear eye sight. Her tail twitched as she finally spotted the mouse it was within pounding distance near a clump of bushes, she licked her lips and backed up only for her to speed walk to it and leap forward, the mouse had very little time to react before it was killed. perfect! Bramble your gonna be a fine senior warrior . With a purr of satisfaction she began to eat, besides other cats are hunting for her clan, she hunted yesterday , there's enough food in the kill pile. What could be oh so wrong and that's against the code with this?

[I'm so sorry this is late Pluto!]

The slick night black molly followed the border her long fur tugging in the slight breeze that blew through the pine trees. She had tendency to check the boarders every now and then when she had nothing else to do. Making sure nothing was wrong and everything was in check had become something she enjoyed doing. If course would that was part of the warriors code. Who in their right mind would go against that? It was the only thing to keep the Clans together! How some cats could be so blind to that was beyond her.
Blackmoon, name just earned by hard work and dedication, wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary. Such was good, she hated being by the RiverClan border. The sound of water was just playing with her tufted ears. Water. She hates it! The fast moving currents had swept her father way, pulling him under and killing him. The thought of living by or in water to her was as outrageous as braking the warrior code.

Hearing a rustle in the bushes and some cat saying names she couldn't quite catch Blackmoon stoped I to a crouch. Are those lizard brained water lovers trying to get into ShadowClan's territory!? The black molly thought flattening her ears. They better not. Creeping closer towards the border the young molly peered through the grass only to see a cat on their side of the border kill a mouse. Pleased the young warrior was about to leave but the tabby started eating. What!? How undignified! Blackmoon couldn't believe it. It's not your business leave it alone, an it is! How could a warrior do thst!? Tail lashing she turned towards the molly. "What do you think your doing!?" She called green eyes slightly narrowed. " A warrior doesn't eat before her Clan, your Clan has kits an elders, they should be feed first. Or does RiverClan not have the decency to take care of their Clanmates? " Blackmon asked eyes twitching. The nerve of some cats. Eating before their Clan? It was New leaf they weren't starving or anything.

[Leucos]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

[I'm so sorry this is late Pluto!]

The slick night black molly followed the border her long fur tugging in the slight breeze that blew through the pine trees. She had tendency to check the boarders every now and then when she had nothing else to do. Making sure nothing was wrong and everything was in check had become something she enjoyed doing. If course would that was part of the warriors code. Who in their right mind would go against that? It was the only thing to keep the Clans together! How some cats could be so blind to that was beyond her.
Blackmoon, name just earned by hard work and dedication, wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary. Such was good, she hated being by the RiverClan border. The sound of water was just playing with her tufted ears. Water. She hates it! The fast moving currents had swept her father way, pulling him under and killing him. The thought of living by or in water to her was as outrageous as braking the warrior code.

Hearing a rustle in the bushes and some cat saying names she couldn't quite catch Blackmoon stoped I to a crouch. Are those lizard brained water lovers trying to get into ShadowClan's territory!? The black molly thought flattening her ears. They better not. Creeping closer towards the border the young molly peered through the grass only to see a cat on their side of the border kill a mouse. Pleased the young warrior was about to leave but the tabby started eating. What!? How undignified! Blackmoon couldn't believe it. It's not your business leave it alone, an it is! How could a warrior do thst!? Tail lashing she turned towards the molly. "What do you think your doing!?" She called green eyes slightly narrowed. " A warrior doesn't eat before her Clan, your Clan has kits an elders, they should be feed first. Or does RiverClan not have the decency to take care of their Clanmates? " Blackmon asked eyes twitching. The nerve of some cats. Eating before their Clan? It was New leaf they weren't starving or anything.

( it's ok XD , also I'm getting Hollyleaf vibes )

Her ears perked up just as she finished her meal , her eyes rolled and flicked her tail frustratedly before getting up and licking her lips only to turn around to see a shadowclanner , she snorted. I should've known. Man she's nosey..... she didn't really like shadowclan before and this was making it worse ,she puffed out her chest fur and raised her chin "I hunted yesterday, other clanmates are hunting . We're not starving . So what's the big deal? But then again, shadowclanners don't know when to stay out of other clans business . " she responded hotly wait....or was that thunderclan? .....eh it's both. what was this she cats problem anyways? Then the switch clicked in her brain , she chuckled at the realization before speaking once more "oh I see , the warrior code . You do know that that's been put into place so that we can be controlled easily right? " she asked . That was what she thought of it, yes she did care for elders....kits however not as much....there little monsters , no respect what's so ever. Elders are more precious because they've been around longer and know a lot of stuff and it seems they get little respect .To her the warrior code was reliant on fear ,fear keeps cats in line. If she's gonna go to the darkforest for this one little thing so be it. Shed rather please them than the living ..... "what are you gonna tattle tale on me?" she asked before smirking .

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Ears tilting back, Fawnpaw had no idea if he should be ashamed of his self-consciousness or not but assumed pacing was something to do in private. “It might make them nervous…” he offered lamely. “And besides, I don’t want to get under any warrior’s paws.” It was barely once he’d gotten the answer out that she was tossing more inquiries at him, leaving him struggling to catch up and reply to them all. Her eagerness had him apprehensively flicking an ear and shyly teasing, “What, you wouldn’t believe that I’m a ShadowClan cat who can teleport across a river?” An anxious laugh at his stupid joke, then he went on more seriously. “Fish is pretty good, honestly. I don’t know, have you ever tried it? …And, as for swimming, I… haven’t exactly— y’know, swam yet. Guess maybe I am more ShadowClan than RiverClan, heh.”

Fawnpaw blinked. “I’m usually told that I think too much, so I guess we’d make quite the pair,” he said, voice teetering on joking but not striking the tone. So he coughed, and moved on. “I don’t mind, really. It’s, uh, endearing?” Although her extroversion was intimidating in how the questions flew at him, he deemed it admirable and wished he could possess the same social skills. Conversation seemingly came naturally to Cinderpaw. When asked why he was thinking, he stared dumbly for a couple seconds as she rambled on, then he explained, “Sorry, it’s just— nobody has ever asked that before. I don’t think it’s a mental breakdown, though.” The suggestion made him wince, reminding him distantly of panic attacks. Drawn to the present once more, Fawnpaw was hesitant to clue her into his thoughts when they revolved around his own strife, so perhaps… it would be impolite. He didn’t want to unload his burdens onto her. “Well, now I’m thinking about how I never did get your name…?” he prompted with a tilt of his head, dodging the original question. “I mean, calling you ‘Dunlinpaw’s sister’ is a little wordy for me.”

The Grey Molly listened to the answers to her questions surprise somewhat showed on her face.'Wow! No one has ever actually bothered to reply to my rambling before'. Cinder'Paw was slightly confused at the joke about ShadowClan but seemed to get it once a grin flashed on her features."O! Pft- B-but if you really are then you shouldn't be on that side of the border....".The denseness basically oozed out of the feline as her multicoloured eyes narrowed, mulling over the words until she once again realised that the brown Tom was joking and that she took it out of context.

Cinder'Paw spaced out for a second before processing the question her mouth a gap."Oh! Sorry! I'm Cinder'Paw! How about you, i can't really just call you the border cat? I bet your name is better then mine- I got such a gross name, hopefully my warrior nam-".She trailed off her face twisted into embarrassment for a few seconds as she realised she was rambling too much.She coughed slightly calming her self down, her tone was taken down a notch causing her voice to come out more softly then energetically."Sorry...But uhm do you have a name?".This time she asked more calmly then earlier hoping she hadn't just ruined the conversation.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by TawnyNeedsACoffee

The Grey Molly listened to the answers to her questions surprise somewhat showed on her face.'Wow! No one has ever actually bothered to reply to my rambling before'. Cinder'Paw was slightly confused at the joke about ShadowClan but seemed to get it once a grin flashed on her features."O! Pft- B-but if you really are then you shouldn't be on that side of the border....".The denseness basically oozed out of the feline as her multicoloured eyes narrowed, mulling over the words until she once again realised that the brown Tom was joking and that she took it out of context.

Cinder'Paw spaced out for a second before processing the question her mouth a gap."Oh! Sorry! I'm Cinder'Paw! How about you, i can't really just call you the border cat? I bet your name is better then mine- I got such a gross name, hopefully my warrior nam-".She trailed off her face twisted into embarrassment for a few seconds as she realised she was rambling too much.She coughed slightly calming her self down, her tone was taken down a notch causing her voice to come out more softly then energetically."Sorry...But uhm do you have a name?".This time she asked more calmly then earlier hoping she hadn't just ruined the conversation.

What she said about being on the wrong side of the border elicited a nod and faint smile. "Logically, I shouldn't be completely dry either..." but that was where the teleportation came in, he supposed, since the river was too wide to jump over it without getting a little wet. Regardless, his demeanor was bright, glad he could entertain her despite being self-proclaimed socially-incompetent.

"Cinderpaw," he meowed upon learning her name, trying it out for himself with a nod. Before he could give his own name, she was already chatting about how her name was lacking, a thought that had his ears flattening -- not in anger, but concerned sympathy. "What? No way. Your name is-- it's... really fitting," he said, "because of your speckles. I think it's nice, kind of sweet to be honest. Why do you think it's gross?" Genuine curiosity bled into the question, and he was oblivious to her worries that she'd wrecked the discussion. Prompted about his own name, he realized he hadn't given it yet and replied, "Oh.. mine's Fawnpaw. I mean, it's not as great as Cinderpaw, but... I guess my dad thought it'd be fitting because his starts with Buck, and y'know, the spots and all." Fawnpaw twisted his head to look at his back, fawn-esque spots trailing downward. "I guess it's sort of silly, but I never minded it."