Hmm, she was very quiet. Good job he's such a good listener (he is 100% not a good listener)! "Starrykit huh!" He trilled, "your fish smells good! It's a weird looking fish though." He tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "I've definitely never seen one like that." He squinted at it, creeping closer. Owltalon's voice kinda took him by surprise - in his frantic scurrying, he hadn't even noticed her approach Starrykit before him - oopsie! "I'm good, I'm good!" He mewled, flipping his head round to look at her. "No no, we just met. Well, hopefully we're friends now!" He bounced up to Owltalon.
Starrykit shrinked even more, becoming even more protective of her little meal as the stranger kit approached her. She knew the warrior wouldn't probably steal it, but who knew what others could do? After all, there was very few fish in the freshkill pile these days. And she was eating very little, something that made her weak and sleepy all the time.
Owltalon seemed nice, but Starrykit was starting to fear he might discover her secret and tell everyone. She lowered her tiny head and, gazing at the little half-eaten fish, replied softly: "Uhm... Yes, I think so.."
I mean, she liked fish and had no mother, so why would she have to drink milk like a little kit in the nursery? And after all, Elderkit did that too now.
When Shellkit expressed some curiosity about her fish, Starrykit's eyes widened and she withdrew from the other kit's body closing in on her. Friends? Starrykit knew she had no friends. So if a kit talked to another one, they were supposed to become instantly friends?
Starrykit genuinely didn't know the answer, but she didn't want them to have some doubts about it, so she just nodded to the two in silence.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
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Shellkit seemed a bit ditzy, only recognizing the Lionheart as a cat in the conversation once she addressed him herself. It earned him a a light hearted chuckle for her adorable lack of awareness. But he figured out she was there soon enough, that's all that mattered anyways. He flung his head over like a ragdoll to respond to her question, mewing and bounding with excitement. She'd have to take this kid out for a run once they got back to their older camp. They certainly had the energy. "That's great, chap. Meetin' yer clanmates depicts the same teamwork we warriors use in battle." She gave Shellkit a playful bat at the ears. "So, I think yer shapin' outta be somethin' good for the clan. Ya too, Starrykit." She flashed her teeth at the apprentice in a quick and cheery smile hoping to unease whatever tension was in her mind.
While she smiled, she noticed the kit shrink back, nudging her food a bit closer to her... (Agatha Kitty) was Starrykit malnourished? The Lionheart stiffened up. "Need anythin' else ta eat dear? It it's too big for ya, I can cut it up and split it between me and Shellkit o'er there." There was no way she'd let anykit go hungry, not while she was still living and kicking. She just couldn't believe that Starrykit didn't feel safe enough around the two of them to trust them around her food. "Who has been taking care of ya? Don't need ta answer if ya don't wanna, but I'm just askin'. I wanna make sure yer well fed."
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown / Pending Purrk
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes / Bewitched Purrk: Nervous Wreck
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Beachkit
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
✽❀✽
- The Nursery -
Beachkit awkwardly hung from the jaw of his new adoptive mother, his gray eyes locked on the ground beneath them. So far, the young tom-Kit still had yet to visit a meeting where something significant did not occur. As lovely as it would be to simply enjoy the life of being a RiverClan kitten, the young tom-Kit was never one to simply gloss over such a significant change. It was a miracle from his perspective how Owltalon was putting to much effort into caring for him, even being his mother in spite of the fact that he had casually abandoned his last one. Beachkit could not remember the last time he was carried gently to a destination, and in fact, his mother over in the twoleg place had not needed to carry him. The home was easy to travel around, and Beachkit never went very far anyway. The most he had ever done was stare out the window longingly lile a Disney Princess with his sister, Sorrelkit, awaiting the day they would finally agree to venture out into the wild in searches for their sister. He hated himself for leaving his family in the dust, and he wanted to love himself for ridding his mother of his presence, too, but it was nearly impossible to do both simultaneously. She had not been cruel. She had not been abusive. And most importantly, she had been a loving, caring parent, and he left her anyway. And yet he still abandoned her, and even them, Owltalon still pulled him back up onto his feet- how was that fair? He deserved the punishment, did he not? He voluntarily abandoned his family, and didn’t that mean he deserved to suffer from the abandonment? His mind fought him until he could feel hot tears bubbling up in his eyes again, screaming, She’s here out of sympathy, she’s temporary, she’s here because of pity, she’s not here to love me, she’s here to leave me, she’s stuck with me, she’s- He blinked once and took a deep breath once they reached the temporary nursery, and when it entered the young tom’s viewpoint, his ears flicked. Here it was, home, but not quite. This was only RiverClan’s evacuation home, anyways.
As painful as his sorrow was, it was far better than the panic. The sorrow was painful, sure, but it was nothing in comparison to the feeling of his mind racing, his heart thundering, and his body trembling itself into oblivion. Beachkit had not even experienced his issue with his curse yet, and even still, panic was officially his least favorite emotion. It was humiliating. It was painful. It was… loud, and too silent to be properly heard. It was annoying. But all he could do was simply endorse it until somebody like Owltalon had to suffer the misfortunate of rescuing him from it. Sorrelkit was there sometimes, but he did not want to bother her much, that would just make him a burden. So instead, he just sat and waited it out. It had never been this bad until he came into RiverClan, so the little tom-kit promised himself that things would improve for him when he moved over to RiverClan’s actual home, and when he adjusted to it. Everything and everybody was too unfamiliar at the moment… RiverClan just was not fully his home yet. But then again, the twolegplace had never felt like his home, not even with Sorrelkit by his side, so… where was his full home yet? Nowhere, really. But maybe Owltalon could change that… could she? Did she have it in her? Did she actually want to be his mother anyway, or was he correct to consider the idea that she was only loving him out of sympathy? In Owltalon’s maw, he shuddered slightly, tearing up again. By now, he was just giving up on trying to hide his tears from the Lionheart. She had seen so many of them by now, even crying up her own at one dramatic point in time- specifically during the adoption- he saw no point in covering them up. But as they neared the nursery, the little tom-kit realized that there might be a few kits and queens sticking around, so feeling his heart give a quick jolt of discomfort, the pack of his front paw sprung up to his eyes to brush away the tears. He swiped them away, and as they entered the nursery, he accidentally whimpered. As awkward as it was, he couldn’t help but make the little sound whenever he was growing more nervous than he would like to.
The scarred and brown Lionheart dipped her head and gently dropped him near the entrance, and once Beachkit was back on his feet, he shook his pelt, sending a tear droplet or two flicking off into the distance. His stormy gray eyes caught her as she lifted her own eyes from the ground, searching the moss beds for a moment in thought. The blue-gray and sandy tom-kit joined her in gazing around the den at the nests. When the she-cat’s eyes landed on him, Beachkit turned his head to stare up at her with wide, tired eyes. He decided to not mention it to her that he had been avoiding nests recently, preferring to sleep on the hard ground because he was too awkward to know who slept in which den, too worked up over the idea of laying to rest in some random queen or kitten’s bedding. Who knew where Sorrelkit slept… but he had never wanted to draw too much attention to himself looking around for it. He liked to call the dark corner that he secretly rested in the, ‘Corner of Shame’, because… well, he felt shameful about his entire existence every single time he paused to rest there. It was quite a shame, seeing as he had always been a comfortable sleeper back at the twoleg-place. Nowadays, half of his nights were spent sleeping, and the rest? Thinking, trembling, crying whenever his body would allow him, and generally just dying inside. It was miserable, and son or not, the tom-kit was pretty convinced that he would not be getting any good sleep any time soon. But that thought would easily bring up more tears, so he shut his head up with the best of his abilities, pausing to listen to Owltalon.
Owltalon brought up beds, and his heart clenched uncomfortably. She told him that if he simply located a bed that did not carry any scents then it was not currently in use, and he could claim it. Then when she told him that he would have it all to himself, his gaze swept the floor again. As awkward as that was, it sounded better than sleeping eith some random kitten and their parent, so it was alright in comparison. He nodded slowly as Owltalon gave him a quick nuzzle, and he began his search for a good, open nest. She nodded to the scatter of empty beds, and with slightly flattened ears, Beachkit slowed his pace, crouching and dipping his head to sniff at the nests and test them for the scent of RiverClan cats. During this sniff-session, with a flurry of anxiety, he realized how different he smelled from the rest of RiverClan still. He had not fully picked up their scent quite yet. So after smelling the fifth nest in a row, he took a struggled step back, concern and humiliation flooding through his gaze. Then quietly, he mumbled to Owltalon, “I… don’t smell… quite like you guys, and wh-what if… what if th-they notice? What if they n-notice I smell funny, l-like a Twoleg h-home, wh-what if… what if they…” Eventually, his voice trailed off into a stammer, and fearing more tears, Beachkit shook those thoughts from his head. Then proceeding to scurry about the nursery, he dipped his head to sniff another nest, apologizing awkwardly. “S-sorry. I dunno. It’s just… weird. I m-mean, I smell weird, not R-RiverClan, yeah- th-that’s wh-what I mean, you um… ya’ll smell… great… I suppose.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, though. Beachkit did not like or dislike the scent of RiverClan, it just gave him a feeling of his lack of belonging, as if screaming at him that he still was not one of them. The little tom-kit recoiled. “I think it um… it might be a bit of a Seabreeze thing… m-maybe. It’s like my b-brain won’t accept that I’m s-supposed to be here… until he accepts it, s-so… yeah. I… d-dunno, though.” Then with a small grunt, he finally found an empty nest, and stiffly, he headed towards it. “This seems… empty, so…” But immediately, he hopped back and withdrew a paw, as if burnt. His eyes flashed. “But I dunno, I’m n-nose is probably not the b-best yet… you… check it… um… please. Sorry.”
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
- - -
NURSERY
(you know the drill, these two owl posts don't happen at the same time!)
Whilst Owltalon waited, she slunk into a sit, urging her eyes to stay open. Stars above she was tired. And for what? This was pretty exciting actually, definitely not yawn inducing, so what was the deal? She wondered when she'd last had a proper nap, how far away those times were from this. Oh, it couldn't be that bad, it probably wasn't. Who needed sleep anyways? Haha, she could hold on for a bit.
As usual, Beachkit was being Beachkit, and she watched as small droplets flung from his pelt when he gave it a good shake. At least he'd cried and let out whatever stress he was feeling. That was the good thing about having a mossbed all to their lonesome. They could cry day and night and nocat would probably notice. He also seemed to squeak just a tad as he weaved his way through mossbeds. Hm... Perhaps making him pick was stressing him out. But she trusted him enough to make good decisions. After a good sleep, she was sure he'd be feeling more upbeat and gathered, and if he didn't, Owltalon would make sure he wouldn't battle his thoughts alone. That was just a general rule in her head.
She watched as he walked slowly along rows, stopping to sniff at every one with pinned ears. Owltalon picked at the rock beneath her claws as she waited, her ears flicking to pick up any sudden sounds from her kid. She then saw him step-stumble backwards, a low murmur expressing his concern. Fitting in. It always boiled down to that, didn't it? Owltalon smiled softly as Beachkit continued to stammer, breaking up his words like pieces of meat. Owltalon knew better than to shrug off his concerns, especially since he was so genuinely anxious about it. So, she listened with perked ears to his words before gathering her own thoughts to speak.
"Aye, chap, I assure ya, no good cat is gonna 'ave yer fur for smellin' funny. Ya smell just fine ta me. And guess what? Ya know the commander (deputy) and the chief (leader)? They were both loners before they came ta join the clans." Owltalon wasn't a loner herself, but she never held a grudge against any new members, regardless of where they came from. As long as they were respectful and willing to change, Owltalon could care less. Beachkit obviously checked all those boxes, and anycat who couldn't clearly see that needed a stern talking to.
The next statement was truly concerning. Owltalon, again, didn't know much about siblings relationships, so perhaps it was something beyond her comprehension. But all this approval stuff didn't seem remotely healthy. "I know ya care for yer brother, chap, but the whole world could choose ta not accept you, but that doesn't mean ya don't belong. Who are they ta say ya shouldn't be 'ere? Ya came for somethin', didn't get it, not yet, but their approval is worth dirt until they realize how great ya are. I know it'll be hard ta stop craving' validation from Seabreeze, I understand, he is family af'er all. But, all that cravin' is gonna dig a crater in ya if ya ain't careful." Words that should've been spoken awhile ago. Owltalon wasn't sure when Seabreeze would be ready, but she wasn't about to loose her child while he searched for him in flames. Holding back was something Owltalon rarely did when it came to her ambitions, but this situation called for it. Called for Beachkit to "forget". Eh... For a lack of better word.
When Beachkit pulled his paw back in a quick and startling movement, Owltalon was worried he stepped on a thorn. Her fur bristled in alarm and she began to rise to her paws before he expressed that he wasn't sure if it was even empty or not. "No problem, I'll be right there." She pushed herself to her full height and padded over to the mossbed, giving it a good sniff. She tilted her head before turning back to Beachkit and giving him a smile. "Yeah, it's all good, chap. That's a powerful nose ya got there. Go on ahead, make yerself comfortable."
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Sitting back on his haunches, Falconflight gave a flick of his tail to dismiss his apprentice "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. Now go an catch something so we can go back to camp." He huffed with exasperation. The sooner they could turn in prey, the better. Oh, great, now his mouse would get cold, ugh.
The warrior heard footsteps near by, but didn't bother to look over, assuming the she-cat would continue on. That is, until she addressed him rather sharply. He turned his head abruptly, amber eye narrowing in agitation. "What's yur problem, lass?" he growled, tense limbs preparing to stand. He was stopped in his tracks, however, as he noticed a furball hidden behind the other warrior in some shrubbery.
Flattening his fur abruptly, he instead shifted to a sitting position upon his rock, peering at the other two. "Just...lost in thought," he grumbled, reluctant to share his troubles with a kit and a stranger, even she was a Riverclan warrior. Taking a better look at the crying kitten, he realized that he recognized her.
"You...you're one of Mistyshard's wards, yes?" he inquired. Why was she crying? A troubling thought crossed his mind. If he was the father of Mistyshard's biological children, did that make him responsible for her adoptive ones as well? Either way, he supposed it was the polite thing to do.
"Stop that," he ordered. Oh Stars, that wasn't the proper way to address a kit. "No, don't," he corrected himself. Wait. Yes, do. Why was this so difficult? The dread began to return. If he couldn't even talk to one kit, how was he going to deal with a whole litter of them?
Beaverpaw gave a quick nod before he went to do as told.
He checked for scent.
There was... definitely something.
He creeped to see what it was.
A... vole?
That's probably what that is.
He crouched and tried to go towards it without being noticed.
[roll=15]
[success]
Now he pounces, right?
Yeah.
Beaverpaw pounced, and bit into the vole.
Oh!
He did it!
He picked it up and quickly went back over to Falconflight.
Adderstrike
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her ⋆ Beefed Up T3
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
@Neptune. @Epiales
Right well Frostmelt didn't show up but Adderstrike need to go out and look for Dusklion. She needed to search a wide breath of the territory which was easy for her, she could run forever and a day but she wondered about Larkstar. Adderstrike never really seen her run around much, hopefully she could keep up! "Come on Larkie I don't think that Frostmelt is coming and we are wasting daylight." Adderstrike said as she ran out into the wild of their lands.
So where was the first place that Adderstrike should look for amongst these lands? Well she had no clue what Dusklion was doing before hand. This would have been really helpful information but no Dusklion had to not say where she had gone off to. How rude. Well putting that aside for right now, Adderstrike spied a small peak that they could climb up to in a reasonable amount of time. Perhaps while others were following their nose Adderstrike could use her eyes to spot Dusklion. The only problem was that it was a bit rough of a climb to get to the top. Lots of jumping they would have to do, but this didn't deter the little spitfire as she started her way upwards. "Let's get a better point of view ok?" Adderstrike said looking back, realizing she hadn't said what she was doing yet.
Larkwing
~<>~
24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Larkwing doesn't say anything, but she follows silently after Adderstrike, simply nodding in response. Truthfully, Dusklion's disappearance had worried her a little bit. What would RiverClan do if she never showed back up? Would they be forced into forever changing deputies? It was better than forever changing leaders as they've been doing up until now, but it wasn't ideal.
Once they were a little higher up, Lark opened her mouth to scent the air but there was no trace of Dusklion's scent anywhere... she couldn't even see signs of a struggle as she looked around.
"Maybe she just wandered off..." she suggests, but there's little conviction in the statement.
Redwater took the back of the patrol, keeping quiet and to herself. She watched Ryesong and Eveningthaw carefully, taking note of their moods. Ryesong kept talking—quite annoyingly, if she was honest—and she could tell Evening wasn’t really listening. Ryesong is a little too cheerful…maybe it’s just me being pessimistic. Probably. She took in a breath. Quit being distant. Red told herself angrily. ”H-hey. Eveningthaw, Ryesong. This may seem random. But what do you prefer to hunt—fish or land prey? I prefer fish. Taste better when you catch ‘em.” Redwater grimaced visibly. That sounded better in my head… you idiot. Eveningthaw and Ryesong will think you’re a mouse-brain. Not that you aren’t one. Oh no. That dark voice again. It had plagued her ever since her brother’s death, whispering darkness into her mind, darkness that would never disappear.
Red kicked a pebble, and it skittered down a short hill. we are here.Of course we are here. Unfortunately. You’ll probably flunk and catch nothing. That’ll ruin your chances of becoming a Lionheart. Who would even think you would make Lionheart? You are weak, path—Redwater shook away the dark voice in her mind and looked out over the territory, the rocks and the tough grass. She missed her home, the marshes, the willows, the streams, the reeds. At least the sky was open here. Red looked up at the sky. Clouds danced across the startling blue, and Red waited for a memory of her brother to appear in her mind. Red blinked. She stared at the field below her. Nothing. What. A. Blessing. She swallowed, then followed her Clanmates down the slope. Instantly, prey scents overwhelmed her, and Red thankfully accepted the distraction from her terrible thoughts.
[ Rolling… 18/20 = Successful ] ”I’ll hunt over here.” Red said to Eveningthaw, then padded over to a brook, surrounded by small stones and soft grass. She sniffed the water, then submerged her paws into the chilly water. She let out a sigh of relief as her sore pads soaked up the liquid. Redwater had always loved water. The coolness of it, and the feel of it washing over her crimson pelt. The brook was deep enough for fish, so she searched the banks for a good enough place to sit. When she found one, in the shade of a large boulder, red padded over to it and sat down, looking into the brook carefully. A silver flash. Her quick senses took hold of the fish, and a swift paw struck the water with a splash, scooping the small creature out of the brook and onto the land. Red hunched over and snapped her fangs over the fish’s back, cracking it’s spine seamlessly. Wow. I am out of practice. Okay. Next. she buried the fish haphazardly, then…
[ Rolling… 9/20 = Unsuccessful ]
Red glared at the water. No more fish? I must have scared them all away with that terrible form. She made a mental note to practice and teach her apprentice proper fishing form. Standing, Redwater paced the area, searching the grass for some—THERE. Redwater’s head swiveled around and and she darted with speed into the grass. A small mouse shot out and disappeared into a near hole. Red let out a growl of frustration, staring into the dark mouse hole. It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes. she thought before the dark voice could take over her mind. Red shook her fur, grass and dirt falling out of the shirt crimson hairs.
[ Rolling… 2/20 = Unsuccessful ]
Red sniffed the air, her powerful sense of smell searching the breeze for something satisfactory. The smell of another mouse reached her nose. Stars. Prey is plentiful today. It was a little confusing. The unforgiving landscape didn’t seem like a good home for many small creatures…not that she was complaining. Redwater silently creeped towards the smell. She could see the gray rodent, nibbling on some tiny item of interest. Closer… closer… anticipation pounded in Red’s throat. She couldn’t miss again, could she? SNAP. a brittle twig lay beneath Red’s paw. How had she not noticed that? She glanced up towards the prey—it had vanished. ”Of course. Of. Course.”
[ Rolling… 14/20 = Successful ]
Redwater was a little disappointed. She glared at her paws as she made her way back to the boulder. Prey scents still attacked her nose, practically begging her to catch every little creature that ran the field. A shrew. a big shrew. One. Last. Try. Redwater creeped around so the wind wasn’t blowing her scent at the rodent, and positioned herself just right to her pounce would be effective. She hoped. The shrew was busy, doing stars-know-what. Redwater approached quickly then slammed a paw down on the shrew, as it let out a shriek. She leaned down and nipped it’s neck, then picked up the small creature and carried it back to where she buried her fish.
Red uncovered the fish and picked it up with her shrew, and padded back to her patrolmates. ”I’ve got a shrew and a fish. I’m ready to head back to camp.” she said after dropping her prey on the rocky ground. She sat and waited for Evening and Rye to finish up. Good enough for being so out of practice.
[ INVENTORY: 2/5 — 1 trout; 1 shrew ]
[ @redshiftreign — Eveningthaw // @Shade. — Ryesong /// Tell me if I did anything wrong ]
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