[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by Star

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Deceptionpaw
Tiny, half blind black tortoiseshell tom with golden flecked blue eyes
He/Him | 7 Moons| + every 13th | ShadowClan RiverClan Apprentice | The Deceiver
[26/100]

Purrks:
Bewitched [Permanently Active]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

It was definitely going to take some time to adjust to RiverClan life. He was grateful to have been assigned to the leader herself, but he didn't know if he was cut out for RiverClan.

Of course you aren't. You're born for ShadowClan. Not RiverClan. You swim in the shadows, not the damn WATERS!

Anyways.

Deceptionpaw slid out of the den to meet Owlstar, having to swing his head around to properly look at the brown she-cat. Curse him and his lack of proper eyesight. His eyes narrowed briefly, staring at the large feline through blue and gold eyes (Or eye, more like.) He wanted to say something. Or more like, Big Miss in his mind wanted to say something. He could feel it. But he could also tell she had no words.

{ @Marigoldwhisper - Owlstar }

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`~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 flicked her matted tail to and fro as she sat, eyes angled up to the stars. She attempted to lick the moisture out of her nose before she could feel Deceptionpaw push through lichen. The rustle and how the air whizzed through motion was a telling sign, causing the leader to crane her neck and look over her shoulder.

She grinned at the dark pelted apprentice, a silhouette she could barely see against the dark lighting. But she could still smell hints of Shadowclan within his fur. The river would wash away that history like blood after a battle.

"Al'ight, let's get goin'." the leader lifted herself to large paws and padded out of camp, her one eye glancing at stripes of moonlight after every tree she passed. It was almost like lights were flashing at her, greeting the forest before leaving it in a harsh blink. Owlstar kept her ears perked and her mouth slightly open, sensing for the river more than looking for it.

She'd been in Riverclan long enough to know every landmark like the back of her paw, but after territories changed, she had to rely more on sense than reflex or intuition. "We're 'ere. Before ya startle, we're stayin' in the shallows." Owlstar wasn't the biggest fan of water herself, maybe she and Deceptionpaw would find to have that in common.

"Those fish don't bite, chap," the leader began, resting her paws at the edge of the bank. "They'll bump inta ya n' rub against yer paw pads, but they don't bite." the leader slipped into the river with no complications, immediately finding the rhythm of the tide and the pull of waves. "Get in at yer own pace, I'm only in 'ere ta catch ya if ya slip. But, it's kinda hard ta drown in the shallows." But not impossible...

"Keep yer legs pumpin' but don't wriggle 'round. Panickin' only makes ya drown, chap, know that I'm 'ere." Nothing about this was going to be comfortable, she just hoped Deceptionpaw knew that.