Snowbush Find my eyes with yours + she/her + 45 moons
Snowbush had thought right that the other would need some aid in their catch. "mhm, Lightingpaw, would you mind taking some of Flowerpaw's herbs" she hoped that the apprentice heard her and would be willing to help. Snowbush herself had a handful of supplies at the moment so she was unable to grab anything. "Come, we must head back now, I'm sure Lightingstorm is in some dire need of these" Snowbush didn't know that for sure but she could only guess. Nothing else to say she picked up her gathered plants and started to make her way back to camp.
Lightningpaw would listen to the Warrior and pick up the mushrooms for Flowerpaw ontop of his bundle of herbs. Lightningpaw would follow the cats back to Windclan camp so that they could turn in their haul. @Kix @---Bluestar---
The Twilight falls. Always a wonderful place to rest. Lying here, she knew she wouldn't get in the way of hunters. She could simply relax. Though crashing like a storm, the waterfall was strangely relaxing. An unstoppable tide. It was beautiful, in a sense. Afternoon sun spilled onto the pond, reflecting so clearly that it almost hurt her eyes to observe. Such warm weather was welcome, at least for a while. In a few days, she'd be exhausted due to her mostly black pelt 'soaking' up the sun. But for now, greenleaf called for relaxation, and the she cat was more than happy to bathe in that request. She debated getting her paws wet, was there a shallow part of the pond?
Foxfeather she/her | 47 moons | slender, peach-colored longhair with white patches and dark gold eyes
Tiny beads of water graced Foxfeather's long coat, making her appear almost ghost-like, sparkling in the afternoon light. She stood atop a flat, craggy rock near the falls, as she often did to ease her mind and reflect.
She was snapped from her reverie as a long, grey heron's feather floated down through her vision just in front of her. Her pupils dilated to wide disks, and without a second thought, she rocked back onto her haunches, then pounced. Feather in mouth, the pale orange she-cat stood triumphantly, a pleased purr erupting from her chest. Her senses now freshly revitalized, she spotted a black-furred cat lounging just a stretch down the shoreline of the pond from her. Foxfeather's tail twitched upward, intrigued and- if she let herself admit it- even excited! She so often spent lazy afternoons basking in the beauty of this place alone.
She shook some of the droplets from her fur, letting the feather fall from her mouth with them. "Hi there!" She trilled gently, padding towards the fellow WindClanner with a friendly twitch of her tail. "Aren't the falls gorgeous? I swear, I could just watch the mist float off the rocks 'til the river runs dry."
The kit ran towards the water at full speed, which, admittedly, was not too fast. He collided with the water in a splash, quickly finding the lake bottom. He splashed side to side, enjoying the cold, refreshing, water.
"This is nice," he said to no one in particular, sighing contendely. "Maybe I should run away and join RiverClan," he said with a laugh, "probably too far away."
He splashed a little more, enjoying himself. He didn' tstop to think about what he was going to do when he got back extremely wet. He assumed everything back at the nursery was fine since he had scratched out an arrow and a partially recognizable waterfall at the foot of his nest.
Foxfeather she/her | 47 moons | slender, peach-colored longhair with white patches and dark gold eyes
Tiny beads of water graced Foxfeather's long coat, making her appear almost ghost-like, sparkling in the afternoon light. She stood atop a flat, craggy rock near the falls, as she often did to ease her mind and reflect.
She was snapped from her reverie as a long, grey heron's feather floated down through her vision just in front of her. Her pupils dilated to wide disks, and without a second thought, she rocked back onto her haunches, then pounced. Feather in mouth, the pale orange she-cat stood triumphantly, a pleased purr erupting from her chest. Her senses now freshly revitalized, she spotted a black-furred cat lounging just a stretch down the shoreline of the pond from her. Foxfeather's tail twitched upward, intrigued and- if she let herself admit it- even excited! She so often spent lazy afternoons basking in the beauty of this place alone.
She shook some of the droplets from her fur, letting the feather fall from her mouth with them. "Hi there!" She trilled gently, padding towards the fellow WindClanner with a friendly twitch of her tail. "Aren't the falls gorgeous? I swear, I could just watch the mist float off the rocks 'til the river runs dry."
The molly flicked her head around, glancing over. It wasn't often that someone else was here - strange considering the beauty of the place. Approaching her was a pale orange she-cat; She was sure she'd seen her around the Clan, but, truth be told, she didn't know her very well. "Aren't they just?" She purred, "say, do you ever think of swimming here?" she asked with a head tilt, gazing out at the waters as they reflected her silhouette. It was rarely warm enough to enter the water, but maybe a swim would be the perfect thing to do today.
[sorry for the short post !! My motivation's dead rn :')]
Re: Twilight Falls
