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Originally Posted by Mica

Skywalker
RiverClan Warrior
he/him| 58 moons
[Cream tom with mottled brown back and head with green eyes]
Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ YOU WERE The Chosen One ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[It's May fourth I'm still on my Star Wars grind (help)]
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Skywalker sped through the forest, big paws thudding over the leaf litter and bracken. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, but if he could push a little more, a little faster, he'd beat his score from yesterday. Seconds ticked in his head, swiftly approaching his personal best, urging his legs to push harder, faster, propelling him towards the river.

The break in the trees was visible, and he still had three seconds. Skywalker forced a last burst of speed, and he broke through the treeline like a shooting star, rocketing straight into the river. A wave of water spilled over the bank, droplets peppering the unfortunate soul nearby. When he came up, he whooped to the sky. "FOURTY TWO!" He shook the water from his face, blinking his bleary green eyes as they focused on his surroundings. He let out a breath, aching legs paddling to keep his face above water in the river as he floated gently along it. He spun slowly as he did, the cheerful yellows and greens of Newleaf twinkling at him in the sunshine. Stars, he loved his territory. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else--especially some place dry. The Lionsbeach was bad enough--all that sand. Eyugh.

His peace was short lived, however, as a great big shadow came into view.

"Oh! Owlstar, what a surprise to see you here!" Skywalker did his best to smile charmingly up at her, even as he continued spinning slowly. "Uh, what are you doing here?" His voice lilted at the end, shoulders briefly coming up to hide his shame. "Don't get me wrong, you look radiant in the sunlight, but it's not often I see someone here at this time of day." He was rapidly floating away now, which meant his lovely swim was over. He clambered onto the bank, sopping fur clinging to his muscled frame. He sniffed.

Then he spotted the fish at her paws, and he grinned. "Oh, I see. Fishing, which happens to be one of my favorite activities. Mind if I join you?" He began running a paw over his face as though he hadn't been doing nothing but making a fool of himself for the last minute.

`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\53 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]


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At first, Owlstar couldn't hear anything else other than the regular buzz of nature and the flow of the river as it whizzed against the riverbank. All things she expected, normal things along with the occasional squawk of a seagull. Speaking of, did she ever finish ski---

A crash. A few large crashes actually. The leader spun around and turned her gaze towards the treeline, one amber eye narrowed in thick suspicion. Either somecat was running like a maniac, getting chased, or it was something else. Owlstar opened her mouth and caught a scent in the air. Only Riverclan, and one cat it seemed. Huh. Odd. Well, she supposed there was nothing else to---

"AYE!" She yelped, jumping back in a startle to dodge the cat who just sprung out of the trees, a flurry of leaves and whatever else their paws carried not far behind them. The leader unsheathed her claws, gripping the soft ground intently. She could smell the water rising from the bank before it hit her. In seconds, she was drenched, matted fur clumping up into tight coils. Owlstar widened her eyes and opened and closed her mouth, looking like a rather confused baby bird, pupil blown out and wide.

Blinking away water, a warrior came into view. She heard his howling first, a sharp rejoice. Owlstar strung together an amused laugh before giving her pelt a thorough shake, water leaving her fur in heavy droplets. "Were ya chasin' yer shadow er was yer shadow chasin' ya?" Owlstar quipped, flicking dangling fur out of her face.

Ah, that was Skywalker, wasn't it? Now she knew exactly what he was: a nutcase. Probably even an adrenaline junkie, galloping like that to Starclan knows were. Owlstar let out a small scoff. She wasn't mad though, just intrigued. "Nah, I don't mind." she shrugged, "N' thank ya." the tabby flicked an ear at his words, watching as he climbed out of the bank.

"Were ya plannin' that? I mean, that sure is one way ta start a swim." she honestly wouldn't be surprised if half the fish booked it from the sudden frenzy. Her eye drifted back to the water, crouching at the bank once more. She could see flashes of silver beneath the steady pulse of the river. She nudged him with her shoulder. "Yer lucky ya didn't scare the fish. If ya did, I woulda settled ya fer prey." she teased, but her expression quickly went slack with concentration.