A couple of days had passed since the meeting, and Springy had decided to do this already when he was hiding in his nest during the meeting, but it wasn't before now that he managed to actually get started. It did make him feel a bit bad, that he hadn't done this the very day after since it probably would have served its intended purpose a lot better if there wasn't a time-gap between... everything that happened at the meeting and now. Oh well, it wasn't like he would not do it once he had made up his mind, it just bothered him a bit that he hadn't been able to before now.
Now he just needed to find the gift. Perhaps the item in and of itself wouldn't be as important as the act of giving it, and Springkit was limited by the fact that he wasn't allowed to leave camp yet, but he wanted to pick a good one still. The freshkill-pile was the first thing he thought of. There were so many kinds of prey in there, he was sure to find something interesting too. Maybe a particularly pretty scale of a fish, a flower that had been accidentally dragged in by one of the hunters, maybe a shell? Really Springkit wasn't too sure what he was looking for, just something that seemed interesting enough.
Then, just when he was about to turn around to look elsewhere, something in the pile caught his eye. He saw it only through the corner of his eye, something flashing and colours, and when he looked back he wasn't sure what it had been, but after moving the prey around a bit, the colours flashed again. It was a dark bird with some lighter specks [starling], and he hadn't paid much attention to it before, but when he carefully turned the bird, he could see a whole little rainbow of colours reflecting from its feathers. It seemed like magic how something so dark could actually be so colourful, and it even took Springkit a heartbeat or two to remember what he was supposed to do with this. Carefully he took the pretty bird out of the freshkill-pile and began to closely examine the plumage to find the perfect feather. It was a tad bit difficult because of the sheer number of them, but eventually, he managed to carefully loosen a long, sleek, and surprisingly well-kept feather from the left wing.
Ok. That part was done. But that had been the easy one, Springkit's curiosity mind brought him to scavenge for interesting things regardless, but the next part, the actually important part? That made his heartbeat speed up a bit.
Taking a deep breath, the yellow and blue eyes looked around the clearing until they spotted the new Dusklion a bit away. He carefully picked up the feather, not wanting to accidentally damage the pretty item, and made his way over to the new deputy. "Dusky?" Should he be more formal? Probably, but the nickname had popped into his head at the start of the meeting and now it was stuck probably for the rest of time. "I- I don't really know what happened during the last meeting.." and for the record, he was pretty sure he didn't want to. He remembered threats of death and violence, raised voices and screens, that a thick smell of something metallic had crawled it's way into the nursery afterwards and that Riverclan now had one less cat - it was more than enough for now. "and I don't know what you did before to make a few of these cats not was you as deputy, but that doesn't mater." He had decided that already at the meeting, what had happened wasn't right regardless. "Fadings chose you as deputy, so Im gonna trust you" -and he hoped and prayed that it wouldn't turn out to be a bad decision later on- "and no one should have to be met like that when they become a Highrank... so... eh, here." He nudged the feather towards Dusky's paws. "That's for you, I thought it was pretty."
"So yeah, just... congratulations, you know?" He felt kinda stupid now, standing here in front of the deputy with a gift that Dusky could have gotten a bunch more of some just a hunting trip, but he wanted to give something other than just words that in the grand scheme of things, might not mean much.
Alright, Waterworm, time to be a contributing member of RiverClan and help out an apprentice!! Oh yeah!! Let's offer a territory tour!! Let's offer some uh... hunting! Yeah, hunting. Fishing, even. Oh, yeah. You're cool, Wormy, you're the coolest!' The ginger tabby thinks to himself as he stretches out in the clearing, giving his pelt one final wash as he figures out who exactly to offer help to. There were plenty of apprentices in need of training, but he had his sights set one one cat in particular: that scary grey molly who was gifted a tongue at the last meeting. Waterworm thought he'd heard her say something about wanting to graduate as soon as possible, so why not help her out?
"Heya, little spitfire!" he greets cheerfully as he prances over to where the apprentice was sitting by the entrance to camp, scowling like she wanted to leave. Man, Waterworm gets the feeling, his apprentice days were dreadfully boring being confined to camp. The apprentice's clear blue eyes meet him with scrutiny, and he has to fight not to squirm - he's here for a reason, damn it! "Sooooo...." he drawls, "you got all your training? Need to see the territory at all? Go fishing? Cross claws in battle?" He asks with a grin. "I can take ya to our named territories if ya like! Not the borders, tho, those are off limits, yup! Can't be gettin' in trouble now, can we?"
Wrenpaw
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10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
Wrenpaw was sitting alone, peacefully minding her own business and taking a break for once, when all of a sudden she hears this irritating, grating voice and a smiling face pushes its way into her field of vision. Who..? Who is this guy? Wren has almost never seen his face before, she's sure of that.
"Uh... okay?" She says uncertainly. Whatever, training is training, she'll take what she can get even if it's from... less than ideal sources. "I could use some extra hunting training, I suppose. I've done the basics on a patrol once before but that's about it. Me 'n Slatestripe have also done a bit of in-water fishing so... maybe fishing from the shore?" It's a suggestion, and one she makes with the tone of someone who expects to be listened to. Perhaps Wrenpaw had gotten her way one too many times, but the thought of someone not listening to the orders she gives doesn't even register as a possibility in this moment.
He got up, padding over to RavineThrift. 'Hey. Me and my mates were sittin' over by the nursery and thought you seemed pretty cool. You wanna hang out sometime? Maybe we could go huntin' together.'
Like the flowers had accepted her prayers, two cats approached her at the same time. Two! If she hadn't been so focused on NOT jumping up and down with glee, that would be exactly what Wisteriawren would be doing. "Hi, I'm-" Oh, wait. Etiquette was a thing. She promptly shut up and waited for the two to introduce themselves.
Swanberry! What a pretty na- "You're name is so pretty!" She blurted, and then slapped her paw over her mouth. Oops. She'd said that out loud. And... now that Wisteriawren had properly focused on the she-cat in question... "Ohmygosh, you're so pretty!" She gushed, entirely unembarrassed. It was what it was. Wisteriawren was as straight as a stick, but that didn't mean she couldn't compliment other cats.
Turning to Rainpaw as the younger cat announced himself, Wisteriawren found her eyes growing wide at the sight of all his scars. Oh no, he was so little... Her smile turned upside down, her eyes round with sadness. "You have a very nice name." She offered softly, mouth tipping up as she scuttled close to him as he lay down, flopping down on the ground beside him, glancing momentarily at Swanberry to indicate that the molly was free to settle on her other side if she so wished. "Mine is Wisteriawren. I wanna meet aaaaall the cats in RiverClan. Be friends with everyone!"
The ex-kittypet perked up, ears swiveling excitedly. "Would you two like to be my friends? I want to start somewhere!"
[ @Marigoldwhisper - Swanberry / @Bean - Rainpaw | Sorry for the delay, @/glitch had mentioned they'd wanted to post with Swanberry's mate? Was waiting for that, but I figured they changed their mind ]
Like the flowers had accepted her prayers, two cats approached her at the same time. Two! If she hadn't been so focused on NOT jumping up and down with glee, that would be exactly what Wisteriawren would be doing. "Hi, I'm-" Oh, wait. Etiquette was a thing. She promptly shut up and waited for the two to introduce themselves.
Swanberry! What a pretty na- "You're name is so pretty!" She blurted, and then slapped her paw over her mouth. Oops. She'd said that out loud. And... now that Wisteriawren had properly focused on the she-cat in question... "Ohmygosh, you're so pretty!" She gushed, entirely unembarrassed. It was what it was. Wisteriawren was as straight as a stick, but that didn't mean she couldn't compliment other cats.
Turning to Rainpaw as the younger cat announced himself, Wisteriawren found her eyes growing wide at the sight of all his scars. Oh no, he was so little... Her smile turned upside down, her eyes round with sadness. "You have a very nice name." She offered softly, mouth tipping up as she scuttled close to him as he lay down, flopping down on the ground beside him, glancing momentarily at Swanberry to indicate that the molly was free to settle on her other side if she so wished. "Mine is Wisteriawren. I wanna meet aaaaall the cats in RiverClan. Be friends with everyone!"
The ex-kittypet perked up, ears swiveling excitedly. "Would you two like to be my friends? I want to start somewhere!"
[ @Marigoldwhisper - Swanberry / @Bean - Rainpaw | Sorry for the delay, @/glitch had mentioned they'd wanted to post with Swanberry's mate? Was waiting for that, but I figured they changed their mind ]
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\29 moons\Riverclan
"No one knows how far I'll go."
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Swanberry smiled. People really liked her name, didn't they? It seemed to be the first thing cats recognized when she introduced herself. It was really sweet, honestly. "Ah, Wisteriawren? What a mouth full, imagine trying to say that ten times fast," the queen joked with a wide smile.
She watched with a warm gaze as Wisteriawren began to interact with Rainpaw. Lines of sympathy creased her face. Swanberry found herself frowning as well. Unfortunately, it's just be something the new member would have to get used to, cats were bound to get scars, Swanberry had a few herself but they might've faded.
Swanberry decided to accept her invitation and twirled her tail around the ex-kittypet's flank. She didn't wanna get to comfortable though especially since she didn't really like physical touch that much anyways. It made her feel... Icky. Like she could so easily rip out their flesh if she really wanted to, but she didn't want to. That's what made the thoughts so weird. They were intrusive. She didn't want them swimming in her brain and yet they still came uninvited.
Wisteriawren's optimistic mews halted her train of thought. Friends with everyone? Goodness, this cat was almost as optimistic and chirpy as a kit who just learned how to talk. She gave her a faltering smile. "I'd love to be your friend, I don't have much myself." She shrugged before flicking her jade gaze over to Rainpaw, a tom she was genuinely beginning to worry about. Swanberry had no idea what it might be like to have lost an eye, but she couldn't imagine that it was easy to adjust to.
Rowan’Mane
Male / Warrior / 25-35 Moons / Riverclan
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes
Purrks: None
Interaction For: (Whoever)
The tom on a farther side of the clearing, closer to the entrance. His gray eyes scanned the forest carefully. He was never the type to be on edge but…with clan relationships being tense, he was now. He knew..or tried to convince himself RiverClan would be okay for a few minutes, so he decided to take a break. He went to a sunnier spot in the clearing, lying down and stretching, his long fur soaking in all the sun
The cold afternoon breeze wafted through the air blowing leaves from the stray nearby tree into the clearing. As the slow setting sun's raze landed on them they were quickly up by a small grey paws. Aspenkit made his way around the clearing collecting all the leaves he could find and dropping them into the makeshift pile he had made. He sat down with total concentration he sorted the green leaves from the brown ones and the ones with holes in them.
Once proud of his selection picked the stack of green leaves up in his maw and trotted towards the den where mistyshard and berrypaw lived. He had seen many other cats bringing them green stuff before so now he would too. He had no clue why they like them so much but it didn't matter, he was doing good like everyone else. He made a beeline straight towards the den, which he wasn't actually permitted to go in without permission, past berrypaw without seeing her. He was too focused on his mission.
Getting out of the medicine den was welcome — Berrypaw had been wanting to learn all she could in there, but a break was much needed. She had also been enjoying the turn of weather, a small purr escaping her throat at the feeling of the hot sun on her dark pelt, tinging it gold. She had been born in leaf-fall, so this was really the first time she could feel the warmer weather in its full bliss.
But it was interrupted when she saw something — someone — small marching right past her, determined eyes set on the medicine den. He was going straight for it!
Half worried (but also slightly amused), Berrypaw swept her tail out and tried to stop the kit in his tracks. "Hey there... where are you going?" She asked lightheartedly, a faint smile behind her 'orders'. "You can't just go marching in there, you know. It's for medicine cats and patients only."
Though confused on his goal, something told her this had to do with the stack of green leaves in his jaws.
[ This clearing interaction is separate from the other one ^^ ]
She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch
Wisteriawren was usually a ray of sunshine, an exuberant light to shine no matter the darkness. Said feline was currently hopping around the clearing, letting out the occasional chirp as she chased a beetle around camp. Her actions were kitish, sure, but if no one was going to let loose around here, someone had to, right?
A little while later, after the beetle had scurried off, Wisteriawren flopped down on the sand, spent because of all her running and prancing around. Peeking over at the first cat in her line of sight, the ex-kittypet enthusiastically waved her tail. "Hullo!"
°Rowan’Mane°
Male / Warrior / 25-35 Moons / Riverclan
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @Rose
The tom perked up as he heard a nearby cat say hello. His tail flicked a bit as a soft greeting back. Some social interaction should be good for him anyways. He straightened himself out a bit, sitting up and looking a bit more put together. “Hello” a soft smile played at his lips. “WisteriaWren is it? You used to be a kittypet huh?” he asked, a bit of a grunt after he spoke, but not intentionally in a rude way. He immediately paused before speaking again. “That was rude wasn’t it?”
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Re: RiverClan Clearing
Berrypaw is RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice! 