Yeah... no. Sleeping in the warrior's den was nearly impossible. Having been up pretty much all night Dusklion couldn't help but yawn as she saw the flicker of light at the den entrance. Another marvelous day as the most hated cat in the Clans... joy. Stretching in her nest the small dark tabby got to her paws and let another yawn leave her jaws before she turned to her nest.
There was a thoughtful look in her eyes as she peered at it, debating on if she wanted to try and move it into Fades' den. They were on... well, Dusk wasn't too sure what terms they were on. She didn't want to ram her claws into his face at the present moment, so that was progress.
With a sigh the deputy simply turned and weaved around the warriors still sleeping as she slipped out of the den entrance and into the camp clearing.
[ preferred to not be open; just for establishing purposes ]
Oh she was fuming. Mad. Rage. Normally she would've just gone to Lionsbeach to chill out, or dunked her head under the stream for a quick refresher. But no. As mad as she was her limbs shook with exhaustion from her and her brother's excursion to Smallpines. Stupid Bumblestar. Stupid ThunderClan. Stupid WindClan, and ShadowClan, and StarClan, and every cat and Clan and thing in this forest! She hated it all. She wanted out of it all.
Grumbling up a storm the deputy sank into her nest and shoved her nose under her tail, curling herself into the tightest ball she could imagine. She didn't care if there were warriors watching her. They all hated her anyways. Why not give them a snow? The tears had stopped thankfully as Dusk shut her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe the nightmares that still plagued her would give her something to shred.
[ mostly closed, just needed a post to hit a certain number! your character is welcome to interact but dusk won't be responding ]
A N T L E R B R A N C H
He/Him - 30 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
head, green eyes
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Dang, he never realized how stupid kittypets were. "Yes, the dens need to be cleaned, fluff for brains," he snorted, shaking his head at the gray molly. She was going to have to learn a lot if she wanted to be a true RiverClan cat. "Antlerbranch," he stated, puffing out his fur. He glanced at the cat, seeing the flower petals in his nest. He liked his nest, he didn't like flower petals. They get in his long fur too easily. "Thanks for the uh... Complement, but I don't like flower petals. Especially in my nest." he growled, getting up and swishing his tail over the nest.
Wait a darn minute.
Did the molly just say he was pretty?
"I don't know what the others said to you, or dared you to do, but I'm not one who normally gets complemented." Pretty? Really? Antlerbranch wasn't stupid, and he was not in the mood for another heartbreak. Plus, Wisteriawren was very much annoying to him. "Be lucky m not in the mood to chew your ear off, I could use for some trout or carp about now..." he said, licking his lips. "You tried fish yet?" If Antler was hungry, he wanted nothing to do with anything but food. Not his fault he was hungry.
Fluff for brains? That was a new one. Wisteriawren had never been called fluffy. "Thank you, Antlerbranch! Nobody has called me Fluffy before." She beamed at the warrior, eyes bright. Her eyes dimmed slightly, however, at his next words. No compliments? Ever??? That couldn't be true! "You don't like flower petals in your nest?" Wisteriawren's mouth parted with shock. She perked a moment later. "Oh! You mean you prefer them in your fur?!" She asked giddily, and instantly started helping him pick up the petals, only to attempt to tuck them into his fur.
Peeking up at him at his question, the ex-kittypet cocked her head to the side curiously. "...Fish? Trout? Carp? No, I don't think so. And wait- how come no one has complimented you before?" She gawked, unable to comprehend this. "There's so many nice things anyone could say..." A small frown slipped onto her maw. Did nobody around here pay niceties? "Well, I think you're very pretty. In a... tom way, I suppose. Also... when would you be in the mood to chew off an ear? That sounds strange, I've never felt that urge before."
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[ @furrensic ] this roleplay takes place following beastie’s healing and return to rc, prior to the practice evacuation
BEASTFLAME
It had been some time, but he’d finally gotten the go ahead from the medicine cats to leave the den. While he was grateful for their help, he’d grown impatient with the time required of his healing process. In all honesty, he might have been better off with another day of rest, but he was too determined to rejoin the other warriors. He’d been gone long enough as it was.
Beastflame didn’t know who Pebblesplash had told of his return, nor did he remember which cats had seen her accompany him back into camp, but he did know that his sister had not been informed. At least, he hoped she would have visited him if she had known of his existence. Or maybe more had changed than he’d thought while he was away. And that would be saying a lot, since Dusklion had already informed him of the tremendous clan-wide changes that had occurred over the past eight moons.
The massive tom ducked into the warrior’s den, blinking his singular amber eye as he adjusted to the darkness and surveyed the space. “Frozensky?” he called in a half-whisper, not wanting to go any further without a destination and wary of stepping on anycat’s wayward tail. Not that he usually cared, but he was just here to see his sibling, not to start a skirmish with some young warrior that would probably think he was an intruder.
Dawnripple snoozed, occasionally having nightmares
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Rest In Peace Jellie
Canary call... The first to fall... Forever caged in different walls....
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