duckpaw padded beside his mentor, watching behind him to see if covepaw was coming and she was. They then came to a stop and seabreeze told them to start first so duckpaw looked around for some prey. He saw a rabbit which was the perfect thing, so he got into position, wiggled his little rump and jumped right on top of the rabbit, grabbing it by the neck, waiting for it to become limp.
He then padded back to seabreeze proudly. "Look what i got! A rabbit!!!" the young apprentice said with a proud look on his face.
Ravenpaw hated watching her sister being scolded in the center of the clearing, but at least most of the clan didn't seem to notice. She certainly wasn't going to intervene on her sister's behalf in this one, she really should have known better. She looked around the clearing for Redmire, ready to do some training. Or rather, for anything really. She was starting to feel bored.
Ravenpaw hated watching her sister being scolded in the center of the clearing, but at least most of the clan didn't seem to notice. She certainly wasn't going to intervene on her sister's behalf in this one, she really should have known better. She looked around the clearing for Redmire, ready to do some training. Or rather, for anything really. She was starting to feel bored.
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Oliverat ran straight at Ravenpaw, hoping he missed her, by a lot.
Being stuck in this camp was worse than wandering out in the open on his own (it really wasn't, he was just being cranky). Ever since joining RiverClan, he'd been stuck in the nursery without anything fun to do.
Making friends was hard. He wasn't like some of the other kits, easily able to strike up a conversation. Jaggedkit wanted someone to talk to and play with, but whenever he thought of approaching someone himself, he always chickened out.
At this particular moment, he loafed just outside the nursery, staring crankily at the ground. He had two more moons to go before he could start training to be a warrior (or so he'd been told), but to him it felt like two season-cycles.
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The Storyteller's black and tabby front paws had their curled claws unsheathed as Baneberrykit pawed the moss ball back and forth. Her rounded ears remained pricked, listening to the world around her with endless, cheery curiosity. Sure, she couldn't do awesome lunges like Lionkit, or be big and strong and cool as Smolderkit, but she was content enough just happily exploring within camp or batting around whatever mossballs found their lonesome way over to her. Something the blue eyed kitten could do however is be social, and this is said For a rather sorry sight had been caught in her line of vision. A kitten, like herself, sitting outside the nursery looking particularly unpleasant. But that just made him all the better target of her attention. The tortoiseshell then looked down at the moss ball between her paws, gave it one last hug before it would most likely be destroyed (as Baneberrykit didn't know how to create a funeral service... yet) in play and batted it over so it would most likely bump into the kit... Jaggedkit, was it? Yes. Jaggedkit. She locked her sky blue hues upon Jaggedkit with an expectant expression. He should bat it back, but whether he would or wouldn't only time would tell..
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Goldfish Is one of Riverclan’s Lionhearts!
She is Open to Apprentice Training and Plot ideas! My Characters' Opinions do Not reflect my Own!
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alec is in the corner. bean is poking me with a stick.
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Ryesong was used to Eveningthaw by now. They'd known each other for a very long time. Sometimes ge worried about whether the other cat liked him at all or simply put up with him. But he'd caught glimpses of his lip curling when he thought Ryesong wouldn't notice. Surely he liked him just as much. Even if he had an odd way of showing it. Eveningthaw wasn't close to many cats and it worried Ryesong sometimes. Not that he and his illustrious personality wasn't enough. It was just nice knowing that if something were to happen to him, Eveningthaw wouldn't be alone.
At the mention of the wounds a small vein defined on his forehead though he didn't change expression. He hated the stupid, useless battles. They annoyed him to no end. He honestly wanted to throw all the leader's in the river and yell at them a bit. It was so stupid!!!!! He didn't let it affect him though. Positive thinking and all that.
"Fine, let's go pick some flowers. And y'ain't so bad when ya finally stop glowerin' at people" he mused, before hopping in front of Eveningthaw and doing a play-bow.
"Wanna see who can get out there first?"
"I ain't glowering at people," Eveningthaw snorted, his eyes closing as he tilted his chin up in indignation. "I'm glowerin' at you 'cause you get on my nerves, prettyboy." The massive tom snarked with a flick of his tail. How Ryesong managed to pry wit out of him was a sight to behold.
Then there was the proposition of a challenge, and a dark glitter sparked up behind verdant eyes, head lowering slightly in determination. "You love pickin' fights, dontcha?" mused the black-and-white motion picture of a warrior, muzzle twitching upwards in the ghost of a grin.
With that, however, the powerful tom sprung forwards and out of camp, more than willing to indulge his annoying friend in his teasings.
[eveningthaw's roll to beat: 9]
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
Covepaw crouched, form a bit shaky and looked more like he was claustrophobic than an actual stance. He opened his mouth, something he'd learned from the last time. It helped him take in all the forest smells! Though it was kind of intimidating to smell pine and grass at the same time.
He perked his ears. He was going for another mouse. He knew he could catch those, and if he knew it, it was better off that way. It wasn't like he knew how to climb a tree, either, and that would hinder him if a squirrel were to run off. Covepaw wasn't sure if rabbits were in a forest, but if so, he couldn't run after them at all. His legs still had much too great to grow, if he tried to sprint after a rabbit, he would fear he'd trip!
Soon he caught the scent of a mouse, or what he assumed to be a mouse, and scurried after it. Fast as he could while crouching, of course! The underbrush barely hid his gray-colored pelt, his blue eyes standing out against the muted greens of the forest leaves. Covepaw then saw it. Was it a mouse? It most certainly looked like one! But with its small size it was far more chubbier than any mouse he'd ever seen. No matter! He was sure he'd be able to catch it, because if it looked like a mouse than it probably would be the same, easy catch.
He went back on his haunches, then powerfully kicked up, landing squarely on the mouse. Though he didn't make a proper landing, so instead of just trapping the mouse with both paws, one of them held it tight while the other ached in pain. Covepaw couldn't wrap his head around it, but quickly made the killing bite. He couldn't let this mouse-thingy get away! It squeaked, going limp in his small paws. He laid down for a moment, wincing. He'd landed right on something sharp, it seemed, and it was right in his paw. He figured it'd be alright. It was probably just a thorn or something! He'd never seen a clear thorn before. Maybe it was like the mouse-thingy?
Mouse-variant in his mouth, he carried it back to Seabreeze with a limp. He could feel a slight trickle of blood, and he didn't like it much. It was cold, and moving. Covepaw felt like he had a centipede crawling on his pad every moment. It was awful!
"Mouf, I thi- ink."
His words were muffled through the tinier mouse he had in his jaws. He set it down, looking at his paw.
"D'you think Mistyshard'll be able to fix it?"
Covepaw asked his mentor, starting to feel a bit worried. This definitely wasn't any ordinary thorn.
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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It had only lasted a moment, but to the tired tom it felt as if a lifetime of pain and anger melted away. He felt… at peace. The welcome back drew a smile from the tom, a foreign, involuntary movement. This… this filled him with an unknown emotion that he was unable to place in this moment. Perhaps his exhaustion and hunger were getting to him (as evidenced by his rumbling stomach).
When the former leader pulled away, his smile faded and his eyes opened as she addressed him. A frown drew itself upon his face when she suggested seeing the medicine cats. He was fine. He didn’t need any assistance from some stinky medicine cats or herbs.
Shaking his head he coughed slightly. ”I’m fine.” He wasn’t, he was very obviously not fine. He knew she wouldn’t believe hm, but he lied threw his teeth regardless.
His head was still fuzzy, but now that he was able to form coherent thoughts, he took note of Larkwing’s appearance. She looked… healthy, at least compared to before (and him), but there was something else he hadn’t noticed on their journey: the scars.
Stepping closer, he walked to her side and reached out with a paw and gently touched it to the scar drawn across her flank, a look that was a mix of anger and sadness spreading across his features. ”Who did this?” He asked softly. He hadn’t noticed before, he should’ve, but he didn’t. This had been here since she came back, he was sure of it, but with only seeing her in his short bouts of consciousness before finding himself lost, he hadn’t properly processed that it was there. Dragging his eyes away from the long-healed wound, he faced her, anger blazing in his tired green eyes.
”Who. Hurt. You?”
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Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Just as she was about to protest that, no, he clearly wasn't fine, Fishfreckle's voice suddenly turns very serious, eyes locking onto the scar on her flank. His concern takes Larkwing a little bit by surprise - did he just now notice it? For a moment, she flounders to find the right words, mouth opening and closing uselessly.
"It- it was a badger," she eventually says, blinking a little dumbstruck down at the grey tabby. "I'm fine, it happened moons ago, back in leaf-bare," would he even accept her assurance? Lark half doubted that. "What're you planning to do? Track down and kill every badger in the forest?" She asks with an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere as she begins trying to gently herd her stubborn, idiot friend (?) in the direction of the medicine cats' den.
Seabreeze watched as both of Duckpaw and Covepaw set out quickly after he released to do as he had taught. Duckpaw ran off and Covepaw was far behind him. The mentor watched carefully to see if any of them needed help or feedback but he was half surprised to see Duckpaw being back a whole rabbit. Those weren’t common up here, no nearby moorlands to explain its presence but perhaps it was a mountain rabbit? Are those a thing? Seabreeze wasn’t familiar if they were. The lionheart purred at Duckpaw and ducked his head with a small, but proud smile. “Very well done, do you want to hide it carefully under a bush and try and get something else?” He waited for a moment for Duckpaw’s reply when the sound of approaching paws caught his attention and he turned- only to start with a fright as Covepaw came limping over, red, even though not a lot, dripping from his paw.
Seabreeze rushed over to his apprentice, eyes wide with worry as he looked down at him. If Covepaw let him then Seabreeze would carefully reach out and hold the paw, bean side up, in his own. “What happened?” Seabreeze would mumble as he checked over the wound carefully. It was like a thorn, at least, that’s what he thought it was at first glance. An annoying little bugger wedged into soft skin. But on second glance it was… weird. Clear and the blood stained on it didn’t really help in his quest to understand. Blue eyes looked up as his apprentice spoke, and Seabreeze tried to give his best reassuring smile, “Im sure she’ll be able to fix it right up! Though… I might be able to help now, if you want?”
Phew, the apprentice actually caught something, now he wouldn't have to show the deputy a single, measly catch. One vole wouldn't be much of a contribution. "Good job, I guess. Now, c'mon. Let's go back to camp." He mumured briefly before rising to his paws and leading the way back home. Now he could have a nice nap, he needed one after this fiasco.
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