purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she / they . riverclan
15 moons . missing back leg
tags ; @taillow - dusklion
trigger warnings for this post: none
cobwebpaw sucked in a small gasp and smiled at dusklion, then pushed off the ground and stood up. she walked forward and grinned. here it was. the first moment of the rest of her goddamn life. she considered this, thinking about the events leading up to now.
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<DATE:after Starrypaw was apprenticed (sorry I was busy)>
Redwater smiled softly. “Hunting; fishing, stuff like that, fighting, and swimming. Assuming there are rivers here…” the barren landscape didn’t seem like a good, marshy place for fishing and swim lessons. “You’ll be great.”
Caveclaw listened.
It would take a little bit to adjust to this new territory, but she was sure she would be fine.
Especially after their leg fully healed.
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RUSSETHOWL
He/Him - 18 Moons - RiverClan Warrior [Formerly ThC]
Purrks: Ultimate Predator
A large russet tom with green eyes
So new reassignments and apprentices? Alright, not much [he wasn't gonna talk about the deaths that some of his former clanmates caused]. Maybe one day he could prove himself enough to mentor one of the fishes himself. Oh, and new warriors in the clan too! This was exciting, watching his new clanmates become warriors. Russethowl stood tall, green eyes gleaming with joy for his younger clanmates.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Wrenpaw
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11 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
Here it is; her last few moments as a 'paw, the last few moments of what has been the most important part of her life to date. To say it comes with a mixed bag of emotions is an understatement, and Wrenpaw cannot even begin to name what all of them are, but there are a select few she can pinpoint: pride, satisfaction, gratitude. She'd done it. She'd done it. And she did so on her own for the most part.
As the silver feline stands, putting no weight on her recently righted broken wrist as she makes her way to the front of the crowd, her eyes shine. She's finally here. It's her moment (though she has to share it with four other cats, but that's besides the point), and, vaguely, Wren wonders what comes next for her. What's her goal after this? For the longest time, the goal post ahead of her had only been two things; beat ThunderClan up, and become a warrior. Although the notion about ThunderClan is free to remain (and it very likely will), what's taking place of earning her warrior name?
Now, though, she supposes her next goal should be to return home. But after that? What then? She used to dream of being a Lionheart, convinced that that might give her some sway, but she's not sure anymore. It's something to think about...
A N T L E R B R A N C H
He/Him - 31 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
head, green eyes
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FRIENDS???? His mind totally wasn't going:
I love you wisteria i wanna be mates ur pretty and nice
Why did his mind say that? He had not a clue. Maybe its just the headaches. Yup, totally the headaches 100% there was no way he had a crush on fluffs. But he wasn't going to say that aloud at all. Nope. Not after what happened with... nope. Not gonna remember her. No siree. Not right now.
Antlerbranch jolted back to reality once he realized he was staring at the pretty she-cat. "I-Uh... Yeah. Friends," he purred warmly, partly listening to his leader. New apprentices? Alright, that sounded nice. "I think you would make a nice mentor," he blurted out, shuffling his paws. Stars, why was he so awkward around her???
"I- Are you okay, Fluffs? You seem off. You didn't get hurt during the raid, did you?" he asked, green eyes glowing with worry. Oh stars, he didn't ignore the fact that the pretty molly got hurt, right????
A merry purr rumbling out of her throat as Antlerbranch confirmed that they were friends, Wisteriawren attempted to bonk her head against the fluffy tom's shoulder lightly. "I don't think I'd make a good mentor." She giggled softly. "I know almost nothing right now. You did your apprentice training though, right? I bet you'd make a good mentor."
Speaking of mentors... "Huh?" She was slightly distracted as Antlerbranch asked his question on whether she was okay or not. Her only reply was to thump her tail lightly against his as she shuffled closer to him to peer over the crowd of cats. "Cobwebpaw is getting her warrior name?!" She gasped softly, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yay Cobwebpaw!" Whoops. The other cats too. "And Adderpaw and Sunsetpaw and Wrenpaw and Willowpaw. . ." The molly trailed off. Em, why wasn't anyone else cheering? Had she been too hasty?
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Her offer was accepted... For a moment, Larkwing pauses in place - she'd been half expecting to be ignored, but Fadingsun had given her a chance. Bravebolt was under her charge, and looking for [them] in the crowd, the former RiverClan leader lays eyes on the feline and steps over, weaving her way through the crowd even as she feels eyes prickling her pelt with anxiety.
"I'm Larkwing," she introduces, voice low, "I'll assess your skills after this meeting." She's finished her introduction by the time Fadingsun continues, this time, he does address her return - along with Wormbite, a respectable cat she never had many chances to really know. But, as her leader's loud, clear voice talks specifically about her, Larkwing can't help the way she shrinks back, ears flattening self consciously and tail wrapping around her paws.
Green eyes dart around the gathered cats, trying to decipher whatever it is they're thinking, trying to gauge their reactions. Her intentions had been mostly to lay low, to not draw unnecessary attention, but she'd known she would likely get announced, too. So far no one's baying for her blood... that's good. Small victories.
Marigoldpaw! Snailpaw! Pikepaw! Splashleap remembered how to do that much at least. Cheer for the new apprentices, and celebrate the journey they were about to embark upon. And there were about to be new warriors too. So promising, so full of life, even in the mess they had gotten themselves into as a clan. She wasn't like that. Maybe she had once been, she had been the deputy even, but now. Now she was the returned failure, albeit one the clan seemed to have forgotten unlike Larkwing. She could have been there. She could be standing where Fadingsun stood, because Pikestar was long gone and she would have been next. But she had failed, had stepped down and then disappeared. And while, as a warrior, she was supposed to do the best thing for the clan, it was a bit sad. She had been so ambitious as a kit, and then she had allowed that to all drain away into failure and nothingness. Just a ghost to haunt her in her weaker moments. Splashleap seemed to have a lot of those these days. But she had to move past them, or at least try to. Cheer for the new warriors, support them, as they went on to great things. And the new leaders. Leadership. Whatever. Do her job as a warrior. Which, right now, meant being ready to cheer for the new warriors and fight whatever might come and try to kill them next because something definitely would. (OPEN)
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