RiverClan Territory

[wolfie]

┆彡 T H E S I N - E A T E R ☆

HE . HIM . 57 MOONS . RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

heavily scarred & skinny black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.

content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse

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└➤ ⌗ @anika @burntToast @Marigoldwhisper
|| sorry this took a wee bit longer than i wanted - been a lil busy & sick /w\
speak of the devil(s), three apprentices were quick to appear at his call. wormbite gave a short nod towards aspenpaw, waiting to see if anymore cats would appear. maybe,, another warrior,, please... he did not do well with children. soon it became clear it would just be him and the three apprentices. "alright you three, come along, " he spoke before trotting outside of camp.

the oriental would lead them out into the territory a decent way until he smelt less of his clanmates and more of the surrounding prey. turning to face the apprentices, "aspenpaw, feel free to begin hunting. simply make sure to not stray too far - keep in hearing distance, " he warned carefully, it would be dreadful if stormstar gave him an earful for losing an apprentice but truthfully how were they supposed to be independent if they weren't allowed a taste of it ?

turning to the other two, "can either of you hunt? or shall we go over the hunter's crouch?" he inquired.

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★ ULTIMATE PREDATOR ★ JUST A SCRATCH ★ SHADOW FIEND ★ SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

[taillow]

Stormstar - RiverClan Leader

With both apprentices now up and out of their nests, the leader grinned and turned to lead the way out of camp. "We'll be workin' on huntin' first. Land huntin', since we're gettin' into leaf-bare 'n can't rely on the rivers incase they freeze over." While leaf-bare was her favorite time of year - she would never admit it, but watching the first snow fall made her feel like a little kit all over again - it wasn't the greatest for fishing, which was RiverClan's main source of prey.

"Either of you know the basic crouch yet? Or what to focus on when stalkin' prey?" Turning around once they had reached a good spot, Stormstar glanced at both apprentices, mostly wondering if Talonpaw had picked up anything.

[ @Ian @beau ]

[Peril]

Herringfin | she/her
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White paws silently carried the graceful figure of the silver she-cat, her tail flicking behind her with each step. Ears swiveling at each small noise. Her nose twitched as she spotted her goal. A shimmering patch of river that was perfect to sit and watch for fish. The bank was laid out just so, and she would easily be able to grab at any fish that swam her way. Even with her shoulder.

She slunk to her chosen spot, setting in and allowing her keen eyes to peer into the water; she was watching for any shimmer of scales under the surface. The first glimpse of scale and she would strike.