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He/Him - Black tom with specks of white on face and tail
Another cat had sat down next to him. He turned his head to meet eye contact with her. "Well hello there" he said with a slight nod. He didnt want to get in trouble again so better safe than sorry was what he'd do at the moment. "Do you need anything?" he asked her. Once he gave her what she needed she's probably leave, so that he could just stare at empty space once more. It wasnt bad though, that was what he was doing just moments ago, he wasnt like some other cats, who would walk up randomly to strangers expecting to be friends. He was perfectly happy about being isolated and alone, he didnt get what so many other cats hated about that.
"Just wanted to talk," Firelight said. She wanted to make a good first impression of this cat. Even if they never talked again, it can't hurt to have one more cat liking her. Sure, she just liked talking to cats, but an ally can be useful if anything happened in the future. "My name's Firelight. What's yours?"
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CLOUDPAW
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➣ Stepping out of the apprentice’s den, the curly black-and-white tomcat lifted his head to look towards the sky. It was clear skies with brilliant sunlight, which was surprising, but the air still held a rather uncomfortable chill. Leafbare had begun, surely, but they had yet to see any snow this moon. Perhaps that was a good thing though. Cloudpaw inhaled and then exhaled softly, allowing his usually stiff body to relax as he walked over to a secluded spot in the open clearing. Life was peaceful for the moment. Sure, his warrior training was still progressing slowly, and Silverpaw was now gone, but Fawnpaw had returned to RiverClan and Moonfrost had accepted his newly-discovered identity. Cloudpaw chose to focus on those positives today and enjoy this time of calm. It was far better than letting the dreariness consume him anymore than it already had done. Today, he would attempt to have a good day.
Turning swiftly around on his paws, the RiverClan youth sat down and rested his tail over his paws. Hm. What to do, what to do… Maybe Cloudpaw could try and socialize for once with his clanmates, or try to convince a warrior to accompany him on a hunting expedition. Anything would suffice rather than just sitting around and staring into nothing all damn day. Fawnpaw seemed awfully busy since she had returned to the clan, so he decided not to bother her. Maybe later, he’d take a piece of prey to the pretty medicine cat and make sure she was taking care of herself, but for now, Cloudpaw would let his dear friend focus on her work. Both of them were practically adults, and had important responsibilities here in their clan. He'd have his own fun for now.
{ CLOSED! }
Note: Anyone outside of Fawnpaw and Moonfrost should not refer to Cloudpaw with he/him pronouns.
He is trans, afab, but not out to RiverClan currently! Use only she/her pronouns for now, thank you!
Last edited by Captain; December 9th, 2022 at 09:50 PM.
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➣ Stepping out of the apprentice’s den, the curly black-and-white tomcat lifted his head to look towards the sky. It was clear skies with brilliant sunlight, which was surprising, but the air still held a rather uncomfortable chill. Leafbare had begun, surely, but they had yet to see any snow this moon. Perhaps that was a good thing though. Cloudpaw inhaled and then exhaled softly, allowing his usually stiff body to relax as he walked over to a secluded spot in the open clearing. Life was peaceful for the moment. Sure, his warrior training was still progressing slowly, and Silverpaw was now gone, but Fawnpaw had returned to RiverClan and Moonfrost had accepted his newly-discovered identity. Cloudpaw chose to focus on those positives today and enjoy this time of calm. It was far better than letting the dreariness consume him anymore than it already had done. Today, he would attempt to have a good day.
Turning swiftly around on his paws, the RiverClan youth sat down and rested his tail over his paws. Hm. What to do, what to do… Maybe Cloudpaw could try and socialize for once with his clanmates, or try to convince a warrior to accompany him on a hunting expedition. Anything would suffice rather than just sitting around and staring into nothing all damn day. Fawnpaw seemed awfully busy since she had returned to the clan, so he decided not to bother her. Maybe later, he’d take a piece of prey to the pretty medicine cat and make sure she was taking care of herself, but for now, Cloudpaw would let his dear friend focus on her work. Both of them were practically adults, and had important responsibilities here in their clan. He'd have his own fun for now.
{ OPEN to one cat of any rank! Just want a simple, casual RP with my boy. }
Note: Anyone outside of Fawnpaw and Moonfrost should not refer to Cloudpaw with he/him pronouns.
He is trans, afab, but not out to RiverClan currently! Use only she/her pronouns for now, thank you!
Briarwillow notice the apprentice coming out of the Apprentice den, she didn't think she'd met him yet, then again, beig the kind of airhead that had trouble remembering name : to faces. she likely had either forgot or not really met him...
briarwillow paddled softly over, her dark brown fur slightly covered in snow from playing young with lynxkit earlier so as she walked she softly shook the sand out so that the grains wouldn't in her fur, her hazel eyes slightly glowing with happiness for as the day went on all she found where more things to be greatful for, like the amazing leader they had, and all the adorable kits that played around camp or in the nursery...
"Good morning Sir, Loving weather isn't it?... well thats if you like the cold weather?... i'm briarwillow by the way... i don't think i've ever properly introducted myself before, but if i have then feel free to point it out, i'm quite forgetfull when it comes to names" she meowed softly in a chipper voice
CLOUDPAW
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➣ Stepping out of the apprentice’s den, the curly black-and-white tomcat lifted his head to look towards the sky. It was clear skies with brilliant sunlight, which was surprising, but the air still held a rather uncomfortable chill. Leafbare had begun, surely, but they had yet to see any snow this moon. Perhaps that was a good thing though. Cloudpaw inhaled and then exhaled softly, allowing his usually stiff body to relax as he walked over to a secluded spot in the open clearing. Life was peaceful for the moment. Sure, his warrior training was still progressing slowly, and Silverpaw was now gone, but Fawnpaw had returned to RiverClan and Moonfrost had accepted his newly-discovered identity. Cloudpaw chose to focus on those positives today and enjoy this time of calm. It was far better than letting the dreariness consume him anymore than it already had done. Today, he would attempt to have a good day.
Turning swiftly around on his paws, the RiverClan youth sat down and rested his tail over his paws. Hm. What to do, what to do… Maybe Cloudpaw could try and socialize for once with his clanmates, or try to convince a warrior to accompany him on a hunting expedition. Anything would suffice rather than just sitting around and staring into nothing all damn day. Fawnpaw seemed awfully busy since she had returned to the clan, so he decided not to bother her. Maybe later, he’d take a piece of prey to the pretty medicine cat and make sure she was taking care of herself, but for now, Cloudpaw would let his dear friend focus on her work. Both of them were practically adults, and had important responsibilities here in their clan. He'd have his own fun for now.
{ OPEN to one cat of any rank! Just want a simple, casual RP with my boy. }
Note: Anyone outside of Fawnpaw and Moonfrost should not refer to Cloudpaw with he/him pronouns.
He is trans, afab, but not out to RiverClan currently! Use only she/her pronouns for now, thank you!
☄. *. ⋆ Fogcloud
They stepped out of the warriors den, stepping into the cold but snowless day. They were glad that snow had yet to fall, while prey was still scarce at times it did make it easier to hunt. They wouldn't have to try and treck through thick piles of snow to get around the territory. She stretched out their body digging their claws into the ground below them.
Once they felt warmed up they stood up their full height, glancing over at the prey pile, it was looking a little bit scarce which was common but there was no harm in at least trying to go and hunt. He hummed lightly as he looked around, seeing if anyone looked like they needed something to do.
Their eyes landed on Cloudpaw, the apprentice they had ran across at Lionsbeach a few moons ago. They hummed lightly before walking over to the black-and-white apprentice, "Good morning Cloudpaw, would you like to go do some hunting?" They asked as their tail flicked back and forth.
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They stepped out of the warriors den, stepping into the cold but snowless day. They were glad that snow had yet to fall, while prey was still scarce at times it did make it easier to hunt. They wouldn't have to try and treck through thick piles of snow to get around the territory. She stretched out their body digging their claws into the ground below them.
Once they felt warmed up they stood up their full height, glancing over at the prey pile, it was looking a little bit scarce which was common but there was no harm in at least trying to go and hunt. He hummed lightly as he looked around, seeing if anyone looked like they needed something to do.
Their eyes landed on Cloudpaw, the apprentice they had ran across at Lionsbeach a few moons ago. They hummed lightly before walking over to the black-and-white apprentice, "Good morning Cloudpaw, would you like to go do some hunting?" They asked as their tail flicked back and forth.
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➣ After awhile of sitting there in silence, watching cats go about their day, he would soon notice a familiar approaching figure. The burly RiverClan apprentice sat up a little straighter, allowing a small smile to come to his expression as his light blue-hued eyes fixed upon the older cat. “Good morning to you, Fogcloud,” Cloudpaw replied with a single twitch of his ears, “I would love to. It has been quite awhile since I’ve had a refresher on my land hunting.” Not since… What was that cat’s name again? He wracked his brain for a good few seconds, trying to recall his last hunting lesson, which had also been his first. Ah! Shimmerbird! That was their name. That once RiverClan shield was the one to take little Cloudpaw on his first patrol and had shown him how to hunt. It had certainly been a long time since then though, hadn’t it? Thankfully, Fogcloud was here to fix that. How convenient.
“Anywhere in particular you had in mind?” Cloudpaw asked, stretching out his front paws and standing up, “As long as it’s not Haven Springs, I’m fine with anywhere within RiverClan’s borders.” He ended that note with a light-hearted chuckle. It wasn’t that the curly tomcat had anything against that area, it was more so because he had been there oh so many times in the last two moons. He needed a new change of scenery if that made any sense. Something unfamiliar, something more… exciting? He didn’t know how to explain it. For the longest time, Cloudpaw had always longed for a sense of exploration, adventure. Of course, this was just a simple hunting trip. It wasn’t something to put too much thought towards. Stop overthinking, dummy.
Today was her first day back. She was creeping nervously through the camp, and had a small thought in the back of her head telling her that there was a ShadowClan warrior around every corner. She wondered where big brother and sister were. Gingerfrost said that Fawnpaw was back so she'd have to see her too. She still held the grave marker in her mouth, wondering whose idea it was for the pretty pebble to be it.
Today was her first day back. She was creeping nervously through the camp, and had a small thought in the back of her head telling her that there was a ShadowClan warrior around every corner. She wondered where big brother and sister were. Gingerfrost said that Fawnpaw was back so she'd have to see her too. She still held the grave marker in her mouth, wondering whose idea it was for the pretty pebble to be it.
A familiar scent filled the chilly air, her nostrils flared with eager sniffs. The trout she was after was closing in. Opening her jaws, Reedwhisker lay in wait to strike. Any moment now, the trout would be in her mouth.
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Her hazel eyes slid open, unamused at being woken up before she caught the fish. Moving her head to the side in longing to eat a trout, the young warrior caught a glimpse of a cat she thought was dead. She had thought it was Lilyheart or Flintfang at first glance, but that was not the case. Silverpaw. Her eyes widened with glee and she found it hard to get traction as she slipped and slid all over the place to get to her sister.
"She's home! Our sister's home, Flintfang!" she called to her brother as she went forward to give her sister a long-awaited hug. "Oh, Silverpaw, we've missed you! We've missed you so much!"
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Crow (Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, Hulk SMASH, Dreamwalker)
Ravenhawk
The world seemed to be playing cruel tricks on him. Or at least, that was what Flintfang figured as she stood motionlessly in the clearing, blank sage eyes trained on Silverpaw's figure with the intensity of one who thought they'd really gone insane. But alas, the silver warrior's eyes were not playing tricks on him. It was no angling of the light, no play of shadow that made Silverpaw's figure appear, standing in the midst of camp like an apparition. Maybe this was StarClan's attempt at a jest.
Reedwhisker, his dear sister, enveloped the ghost in a hug, yowling happily about how they'd missed her. That. Was. Not. His. Sister. His sister was dead! He should know, he had buried her with his own paws.
Jaw set with unbridled anger, Flintfang didn't bother get up from his spot, gaze searing holes into the ground. Or perhaps it was his claws that were doing it, seeing that they were aimlessly clawing away at the sandy ground. He didn't understand. One day his world had been turned upside down, and now with it, there was an imposter pretending to be Silverpaw. Sage hues narrowed at the pebble she held in her mouth. He knew that rock. Who had DARED unbury HIS baby sister?!
"You don't fool me." He spat in fury, green eyes narrowed with anger. Gone was the easy-going, happy-go-lucky tom from a few moons before, replaced by a raging monster with zero patience and a temper to match. "You can fool Reedwhisker, you can fool Pikestar, hell, you can fool the entirety of RiverClan! But you. don't. fool. me." And with those disgusted words, Flintfang whipped around and disappeared from the clearing.
Fawnpaw
As much as she had told Wormbite that she was ready to hear what had happened in her absence, the names that had been given to Fawnpaw as bodies added to the pile still rocked her. She hadn't really expected more tragedies to befall her home, and what made it worse was that her time away (save for the very beginning) hadn't been all that bad. Homesickness, sure, but there had been no burials, no sharp glares or angry yowls. Life with Jack and Moose had been calm. So she was finding it difficult even with her newfound growth to accept that StarClan had taken not one but three more lives. Lizardfrost, Nightpaw, and...
Silverpaw?
Blue eyes blinking rapidly as the young brown dappled she-cat stood near the entrance of her den, the image of the silver-furred she-cat she had just been informed had died did not dissipate. No, in fact it only grew more in focus as the pelt of Reedwhisker collided with it. Real, living, breathing... not dead. Not dead.
Fawnpaw was not naïve to the idea of cats coming back. After all, StarClan gifted leaders with nine lives. Birdpaw and Stormpaw had both been given air back into their lungs and life into their eyes. It had been a joyous reunion, Fawnpaw had recalled - both cats had been welcomed home with open paws. Grief was trumped by love and bliss at the fact that StarClan had seen sit to correct their mistake. But something about it was starting to tear at the young she-cat's heart...
It had started as a small, tumbling stone but now that she had a moment to look clearly... it only brought her confusion. The grief she had felt was so raw, so real in the moment she had learned of Silverpaw's death - and now elation filled her from whiskers to tail-tip. Such a sudden change left her feeling dizzy and confused. It begged the question in her mind: why take them in the first place if they were simply going to give them back after awhile? Why make them grieve and feel loss so deep it felt more like claws raking through flesh if it was all for nothing? Was life really nothing more than a game to StarClan? Or... was this the work of the more sinister Dark Forest?
All of these thoughts passed quickly through her mind and Fawnpaw brought herself back to the present in time to hear a loud voice slicing through the clearing. Cold and curt, drawing her head in the direction of its source. Flintfang - wasn't that Silverpaw's older brother? She didn't have much time to react before he fled from camp. Part of her longed to chase after him, but the other part wouldn't allow her to move anywhere except closer to Silverpaw. "You're... alive?" Confusion, tinged with hopefulness, lined her words as her blue eyes grew round. In truth, she was terrified of being wrong. Of this being some sort of illusion.
But with so much pain over the last few moons, it was hard to turn away from the bright and blinding promise that perhaps this was a token of appreciation from StarClan. A gift given to ensure that no matter how many bodies they claimed, cats would always still follow them, if not for anything other than the small chance of being reunited with their loved ones.
If Fawnpaw had more time to give it deeper thought, she would've felt the unconscious anger at her ancestors that bubbled deep within her chest.
Re: RiverClan Clearing
Re: RiverClan Clearing
