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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:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Heirophant ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Skywalker nodded along with Owlstar's words as though the very understandable and real answer she gave him wasn't in response to his ridiculous question. "Oh yeah, makes all the sense in the world, yep."

Her laughter at his incredible kill earned a sharp grin and a small flick of water in her direction. "I promise, that was a one-time thing. Can you blame a guy for being nervous in your presence?" He snickered, tail flicking the water cheerily like a kit. "Man you think about the clan at all moments of the day, huh! Gotta admit, that's dedication." His green eyes glittered with the flickering water, before he spotted another fish darting past him. He lunged for it, slamming a heavy cream paw onto its back and dragging it with wicked claws up to his face so he could bite it. Once it was still, he chucked it back onto the bank, then shot Owlthroat a cheeky look. "What was that about being on the other side of the river, 'lad'?""

Skywalker was for once quiet as Owlstar explained her reasoning for being out here. He focused on the fish, her words flitting between his ears like minnows. When she finished with a question, he chuckled. "Yeah, as much as I can. I know it's a WindClan thing, but I got a love for speed I guess. I guess it's the same reason as you. Just gotta do something. Hate being stuck."

`~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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Owlstar didn't bother dodging water droplets, she was already wet, what was the point of staying 'dry'? His comment earned a chuckle from her, a low trill in her throat. He had a funny way of spinning compliments, that's for sure. "Hush," she swatted at him. "'Nothin' special, just somecat who got the job, eh?" she truly didn't understand how some cats could put her on a pedestal. She was about as impulsive and loud mouthed as any average warrior could be, constantly making something for herself.

She really hadn't changed much, if not at all. She still felt the same, if not with added weight on her bulky shoulders. But it wasn't anything crushing, at least not to her. Not anycat could lead a clan, but it's not like fate put her here. Just Stormstar's trust and Owlstar's own ambition. Then Owlstar blinked at Skywalker, giving him a half grin. "Hah, really don't think 'bout much else."

As Skywalker scrambled to scrape together more fish, Owlstar crouched again, figuring the fish were too busy panicking about the tom to pay any attention to her. A perfect kind of diversion. She had her eyes on a trout near the bottom of the river. A risky move, certainly, but it would be worth catching.

[owlstar rolled a 20!]

[+1 trout]

She clamped onto the fish with her battered maw, claws unsheathing as the large trout struggled. The leader shuffled a bit before slamming it against the nearest rock, blood springing from its silver body. She placed her kill next to the other trout she caught, licking the taste of it off her maw.

There was something so normal about being out here and chatting with a clanmate, a feeling she felt like hadn't existed in the strangled moons residing in Riverclan. But the noose was looser now, perhaps even gone. She wasn't safe, reality simply wasn't perfect, but she felt at ease. But that didn't stop her ears from perking, seeking out screams among the waves.

Once Skywalker piped up again, the leader lifted her dripping chin, a small glint in her one eyed gaze. Her smile cocked upwards at the jab at her speech. At least she didn't sound boring, right? "Meanin' yer mind is somewhere else, chap. Lack literacy?"

She lifted her head and shoulders to look at him more eye level, squinting a bit at how bright water rippled back onto his fur. She blinked at him, bringing her tail closer to her to tap at the slick ground. "Hm... Figure ya keep a record? Heard ya say somethin' like... 'fourty two', was it?" It was nice to know she wasn't the only busy body around. It's not that she doubted her clan wasn't full of them, but Skywalker had a pretty abundant case. Bolting through trees? That was a new one. "Hey, maybe I can race ya sometime. Cain't promise I won't be a challenge." she gave him a small nudge and a friendly smile.





[INVENTORY - 2 trout]