RiverClan Clearing

[Splitmoon]

Darkrose looked around the clearing
Nightshadow yawned
Shiveringkit was in the nursery but peeking out looking at the sky
Troutstream sat by the nursery entrance protecting the kits

(Activity post)

[Cinderspirit]

↠ R U S S E T K I T ↞

4 moons ~ RiverClan ~ he/him
"i know life and fate are scary but i wanna be legendary"

Russetkit rolls around.

[beau]

Lionpaw practiced some super awesome, totally not made-up battle moves in the corner.

[ activity post but open if anyone wants to interact ]

[chickadee]

Peachspring
25 Moons || RiverClan Warrior || She/her
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RiverClan’s Southern Sweetheart

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Peachspring sat just outside of the warrior's den as she watched raindrops sprinkle onto the Clearing, leaving little damp spots on the dirt in their wake. She fluffed her fur up as tiny droplets occasionally landed onto her thick pelt. She shook them out as and frowned with her nose scrunched up. Her eyes flicked up to the sky and her frown deepened. It looked so gloomy today. The sky was a mixture of grays and dark whites. So dull. It was a childish urge that she had- to stick out her tongue and catch the raindrops- but Peachspring was a lively cat and didn't care much about if she was viewed as childish. It was more fun to do whatever you wanted free of judgement. So she impulsively stuck out her tongue and did just that. She caught a tiny raindrop right on her tongue.

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silly little activity post... open!!

[iliri]

Weepingwind
short-furred, black ghost tabby with dark green eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | riverclan warrior | 31 moons

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Raindrops pattered softly around camp, their quiet rhythm blending into the hum of leaffall’s somber grip. Each droplet landed with a delicate, almost musical tap, creating a soft, constant murmur across the clearing as the ground darkened with damp patches. The gentle drizzle blurred the edges of the camp in a misty haze, making the dens and trees seem softer, as if wrapped in a thin veil. The chill in the air was undeniable, seeping into the ground and sending a shiver through the dens as the forest surrendered to the creeping advance of leaf-bare. A silver curtain hung overhead, clouds pressed low and heavy, their depths painted in thick strokes of gray and pale slate. The scent of rich, dampened earth filled the air wrapping the camp in a scent both familiar and oddly comforting in its simplicity. From her nest near the back of the warriors’ den, Weepingwind noticed a figure sitting just outside, a flash of ginger standing out against the gloomy day. Peachspring’s form was unmistakable, her fur seemingly fluffed against the chill as she sat, motionless yet somehow vibrant against the gray. Raindrops clung to her thick pelt, dotting her ginger fur with tiny, glistening jewels before slowly rolling off, creating thin rivulets along her coat. The warrior’s posture held an odd mixture of liveliness and tranquility, her head having been tipped back just slightly, as if welcoming each falling droplet with a silent invitation.

Weepingwind couldn’t help but be drawn to the sight, watching how Peachspring’s expression shifted with each drop, her eyes half-closed in thought—or perhaps in quiet delight. She was about to look away, letting her new friend enjoy the moment undisturbed, when Peachspring’s face had suddenly lit up with mischief. The ginger molly extended out her tongue, catching raindrops as they fell, her mouth seemingly stretched into a playful smile that seemed entirely at odds with the dreariness around them. The sight brought an unexpected warmth to Weepingwind’s chest, the soft fondness that rose within her chasing away a sliver of the chill she hadn’t realized had settled in. There was something undeniably endearing about the simple joy Peachspring found in such a small thing, a carefree nature that Weepingwind found herself watching with a kind of quiet admiration. After a moment, unable to resist joining in, Weepingwind slipped from her nest and padded over, her steps slow as she approached. As she neared, she felt the comforting scent of rain-soaked earth grow stronger, the sound of raindrops merging with her own soft footfalls. When she settled beside Peachspring, she glanced sidelong at her friend, unable to hide the amusement in her gaze. For a moment, she said nothing, simply watching Peachspring with a quiet curiosity, as if savoring the sight of her in such a carefree state. She didn't deny the fact that the other molly looked… fairly pretty, to be honest.

She ignored such thoughts for now, her whiskers twitching to throw off random strays of raindrops that landed atop of them as she finally let out a low chuckle, her voice warm against the cool drizzle. “Enjoying yourself, Peaches?” she murmured, her tone touched with teasing fondness as she used Peachspring’s new nickname she developed for her at the meeting earlier. The name rolled off her tongue easily, fitting the ginger molly's bright personality against the stormy sky like a charm. As the words left her mouth, she felt a sense of contentment settle over her, an unexpected warmth blooming in her chest as she settled in beside Peachspring, letting the rain continue to fall around them.

@chickadee ( ehehe )