Smallpines

[iliri]

CORMORANTPAW
long-furred, smoky-black mackerel tabby with bits of white; yellow eyes
active purrks: prison break - t1 | primal instincts | skip the steps
she/her | riverclan apprentice | 15 moons

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Huh. So Smallpines was the border to ThunderClan. How interesting. Given how high the tensions were with the clan of squirrel climbers at the moment, she supposed it made sense. She felt bad for not assisting her clan when it needed it most, but she would be able to help any other time once the time comes, she supposed. “Yeah, pretty sure they smell like a bunch of squirrels if I recall; makes sense given that they always climb trees.” Cormorantpaw muttered beneath her breath as she used a forepaw to nudge over a random pebble, finding herself wanting to explore the rest of the territory. “Fine if we go towards the Sleepy Thicket? Never went there before.”

[ @Marigoldwhisper ]

[Goopysharkboi]

Thistletoe hesitantly padded towards the RiverClan border, curious and alone. He felt confusion as to why he felt a sense of fear while near the border but didn't care. He then proceeded to walk onto the RiverClan side of the border, leave a single dead raven there and pad off again. Hehehe, he's gonna get his clan into trouble and he won't be stopped. He quietly snickered as he bounded back onto the Thunderclan side of the border, marking the territory real quick to help his clan out before he hid in a Bush and watched in amusement as he waited for a patrol or someone to approach.

[taillow]

DUSKLION
she/her | riverclan deputy | 28 moons

As Talonpaw caught up with them, Dusklion glanced at him over her shoulder and gave a flick of her ear in acknowledgement before looking ahead. The journey to the border was short, but whether that was because of the way her mind was reeling over everything that had happened lately. "Anythin' you two want to focus on as far as the quick battle trainin' lesson goes?" the deputy offered as the faint scent of ThunderClan came to her nose. Hopefully it was just the borders and none of the actual squirrels.

Ah, but wrong she was. Dusklion's eyes first found the familiar pelt of the cat she had been fighting in the raid, before find the fallen body of her Clan. Her hackles raised as she trotted over, signaling for the apprentices to keep their distance. The body was over the border, being tossed into the stream from ThunderClan's side. "Care to share what happened?" she tossed to Wolfhive with a hint of distrust.

She looked back down at Reedclaw's body and bunched her legs, springing into the water and coming up underneath the tom. [go with the flow purrk activated]. With strong strides the deputy swam towards where the land dipped enough for her to haul herself back out onto RiverClan's side, pulling the deceased warrior with her onto her back and making her way slowly back over to where Wolfhive stood, glancing once at the two apprentices with a warning in her gaze before looking back at the squirrel with narrowed eyes. If this cat had been over the border and this squirrel had killed him, it would be no fur off her back.

[ Wolfhive - @BEAR. ] [ Wrenpaw - @Neptune. ] [ Talonpaw - @Ian ]

[Goopysharkboi]

Thistletoe just sat there calmly, deciding to watch the river flow. His tail swayed as the water soothed his usually jittery nerves. He looked up when he heard what sounded like other cats. He padded over in confusion. "Hey, what's goin' on here? Just curious is all, not tryin' ta start anythin'." His voice was soft and interested. @taillow @BEAR. @Neptune. @Ian
(I'm sorry if I'm unwanted, if so just make your cat tell Thistletoe to get lost and he'll obey. He just wants to know what's going on.)

[Neptune.]

Wrenpaw
~<>~
69/100
10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue
medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

So it was just her and Talonpaw that showed up. Hm. Annoying. Whatever, there was more time for a more focused training session while they were here and that was all good by Wren's standards.

"I don't know a lot," she grumbles with frustration, "a basic feint and a simple sneak attack to surprise your opponent and cling to their back, but that's all I managed to be taught before getting bailed on, so I'll take anything at this point," Wren continues, and then they're at the border and the gross, squirrely scent of ThunderClan is strong. Immediately, Wren feels her hackles rising as she spots the rat.

As Dusklion retrieved a body from the water, Wren narrowed her eyes at the ThunderClanner, suspicion written all over her face, and she did little to hide it. This had murder written all over it. Almost immediately after, a new face shows up, and Wren can smell ThunderClan on them too.

"Well, if you use your eyes, you might be able to tell that one of our warriors was killed and dumped in the river!" The apprentice snaps, spitting a hiss at the warrior. "No doubt this has something to do with you pondscum, so talk, what the hell did you do?" Overly aggressive, maybe, but there's no getting through to warriors sometimes unless you show them a bit of your teeth, Wren's not above showing her claws either if push comes to shove.

[ @BEAR. - wolf // @taillow - dusk // @Ian - talon // @Goopysharkboi - thistle ]

[Goopysharkboi]

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Wrenpaw
~<>~
69/100
10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue
medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes

So it was just her and Talonpaw that showed up. Hm. Annoying. Whatever, there was more time for a more focused training session while they were here and that was all good by Wren's standards.

"I don't know a lot," she grumbles with frustration, "a basic feint and a simple sneak attack to surprise your opponent and cling to their back, but that's all I managed to be taught before getting bailed on, so I'll take anything at this point," Wren continues, and then they're at the border and the gross, squirrely scent of ThunderClan is strong. Immediately, Wren feels her hackles rising as she spots the rat.

As Dusklion retrieved a body from the water, Wren narrowed her eyes at the ThunderClanner, suspicion written all over her face, and she did little to hide it. This had murder written all over it. Almost immediately after, a new face shows up, and Wren can smell ThunderClan on them too.

"Well, if you use your eyes, you might be able to tell that one of our warriors was killed and dumped in the river!" The apprentice snaps, spitting a hiss at the warrior. "No doubt this has something to do with you pondscum, so talk, what the hell did you do?" Overly aggressive, maybe, but there's no getting through to warriors sometimes unless you show them a bit of your teeth, Wren's not above showing her claws either if push comes to shove.

[ @BEAR. - wolf // @taillow - dusk // @Ian - talon // @Goopysharkboi - thistle ]

"Okay then. Two things: one- I'll be honest; I had nothing to do with the death of this cat. I didnt even know they existed until now. Two- my condolences for the loss of your clan member." Thistletoe replied in a mature and very respectful manner.
@Ian
@taillow
@BEAR.

[BEAR.]

"You have eyes." Wolfhive's response to the fish was flat. He wasn't interested in their games, not when some of them clearly had no regard for boundaries. Lookin' at you, Wrenpuff. "Keep on your side of the border 'n your fish will be lively when they swim." Simple as that.

Thistletoe was just being an annoyance. Wolfhive wanted to smack him with his tail. Maybe his paw if he kept running his mouth. "One of their cats trespassed. Paid the price. You'd think RiverClan would know to stick to their own side at this point." Between being raided and earning the ire of several Clans at once, RiverClan had enough to worry about - why push their luck further? Add fuel to a fire? He knew they were stupid, but damn. "Is that all, or are you done gawkin'?"

[ @Neptune. - wren // @taillow - dusk // @Ian - talon // @Goopysharkboi - thistle ]

[ Goopy! Please try to respect post order / give more people in this RP a chance to respond before you continue, otherwise it can bury folks <3 ]

[vellichor]

•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Master Scout

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Oh stars above, this was a bit painful to watch. To her, it looked like Wolfhive was walking through mud, every pawstep a mountain of effort. The tabby looked at the Hornet up and down. He was like a scared kit, huh? If this were any other cat, Violetfreckle would be having a field day. But she bit her tongue and watched carefully as the cat finally made it to the edge of the bank. Progress was progress, she supposed. At least she was getting used to the water temperature.

Unlike the ThunderClanner, Violetfreckle relished being in the water. She lifted her paws up and let the current surround them before placing them back on the river floor. There was something soothing about letting the water wash over her fur, though she was sure Wolfhive and the vast majority of TreeClan would argue with her. Speaking of the other cat, he spoke up and she paid attention to him once more.

"I'm not sure if you can go much slower," She spoke with a grin, watching as the poor kid fought against the water. And boy was he losing. The emotions that flowed through her mind were a mixture of pity, sympathy, and humor. "Why do you ThunderClanners like climbing trees?" She shot back automatically, though not mean-spiritedly. If getting in the water for Wolfhive was like climbing a tree for her, she suddenly understood a bit better how the tom was feeling.

Finally, finally he made it in the water. Looking absolutely miserable, yes, but in the water nonetheless. "Alright, you made it! Now, before anything else, you gotta know what you're doing. We're gonna swim downstream in the shallow end first, that way you can kinda get an understanding of what your legs need to be doing. It's sorta like running, but the goal isn't to make contact with the ground and push forward. It's to push yourself forward by kinda moving the water out of the way. You gotta stretch your paws a little further and... well, it's easier to show, I think."

With that, Violetfreckle pushed off and demonstrated to the best of her abilities by swimming close to Wolfhive. She then turned and made her way downstream a couple tail-lengths before touching her paws back to the unsteady ground. "Oh yeah, and be careful when you try to stick the landing. Lots of rocks and loose sand in the riverbed. Try to slow down as much as you can, and don't panic if you can't stop smoothly on the first try!" With a quick tilt of her head, Violetfreckle invited the younger tom to try to swim downstream to where she stood. She was ready in case something went wrong, though hoped it wouldn't. She really hoped.

// @BEAR. \\

[taillow]

REDHAWK
she/they | thunderclan hornet | 33 moons

Most of the time, Redhawk wished she could share the same hardened opinion of RiverClan that Wolfhive had, and the rest of the Clan. She didn't like them in the slightest, but hatred? It was hard for her to hate any cat, really. Part of her liked that about herself, but the other part that wished for ThunderClan's safety above everything else... well, she wished she could put her foot down harder.

"Wolfhive, I don't t-think that's a g-good-" she started to say, springing backwards in surprise as the creature lunged. Wolf's yowls had her flattening her ears and quick as anything he was dragged into the stream. "WOLFHIVE!" Stumbling forward and ignoring the shooting pain that shot up her injured leg, staring desperately at the water. He had come up shortly downstream, clinging to a log and looking like he was already half-dead.

"...D-D-Dammit!" The curse slipped from her without even thinking as Redhawk stared wide-eyed at the otter. It started to swim back to where it had been, turning its beady little eyes on her and making all kinds of noises. Redhawk bared her fangs but turned her attention to her fellow drowning hornet as she stumbled along the bank. "H-Hang on! I'll g-get you out!"

...but how?

Just then the sound of undergrowth being trampled made its way to her ears and Redhawk looked up bristling. Oh, no not RiverClan! She couldn't fight them off and save Wolfhive!

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DUSKLION
she/her | riverclan deputy | 28 moons

It had to be some miracle that Dusklion had decided to start her day out at Smallpines. She was banned from going anywhere near the WindClan border, so that left her with only Smallpines and Saltmeadow Marsh to keep an eye on - which she did with no complaints. Mostly she was keeping an eye out for any trouble makers who may want to continue poking ThunderClan, wondering if Fades would let her use them as badger bait.

The screams coming from Smallpines had her spinning on her paws and barreling through the undergrowth. Emerging onto the river bank Dusk was met with a rather horrific sight; one petrified thunder-rat, and one thunder-rat clinging on for dear life to a log. Without a second thought the deputy didn't slow her stride as she sprang into the water, diving underneath and churning her legs with the expertise of many moons spent learning. [ go with the flow purrk active! ].

Swimming through the rather tough current until she reached the half-dead cat, Dusklion kept her eyes on him. "Let go," she grunted as she leaned forward to fasten her teeth to his scruff, hoping that when she pulled back he made the decision to let go. From there she mustered up whatever strength she had and made strong strokes towards the area where the bank dipped - but only on ThunderClan's side. Hearing stumbling paw steps from above she knew the other thunder-rat was following them.

With a grunt Dusklion surged towards the riverbank, straining herself as her claws sunk into the ground to haul Wolfhive up. From there, she felt the weight lessen as the thunder-rat seemed to be pulling him up on the other side. Coming up behind them and clawing her way onto land she pushed from behind to make sure he didn't fall in again.

Breaking off from the duo the deputy took a moment to catch her breath, turning to look with a glint of concern in her eyes. "...He alright?" she asked as her flanks heaved and she dripped water. From further upstream she could here the otter chittering; she'd figure out what to do about that later.

[ Wolfhive - @BEAR. ] [ Bumblestar - @dino. ]
[ dusk has brought bumble a gift - her half-drowned kid KJSDFDS ]

[dino.]

Always something, always SOMETHING with RiverClan. Always something that involved her son.

With bristling fur and unsheathed claws, having heard the commotion from nearby, Bumblestar crashed through the undergrowth right as Dusklion hauled Wolfhive next to ThunderClan's side of the riverbank. Both Redhawk and the fish were ignored as she skidded to a halt next to her son and ducked down to try to nose him awake, a forepaw shaking his shoulder as she pressed her muzzle to his soaked face. He was scraped up and bleeding; was he even breathing?? If she hadn't seen the deputy drag him out of the current, she'd have immediately assumed she was the source of the injuries. "Wolf, hey, c'mon, you've been through a hell of a lot worse than this. Get up, please."

There would be blood staining the water if he didn't. She didn't care if the deputy had been the one to dive in and pull him out, didn't care if Redhawk witnessed the slaughter - it would be long and messy and brutal, and then she'd feed what remained to the source of that awful chittering further up the river.

[ @BEAR. @taillow ]