At the questions of the pretty brown pelted she-cat, Floodsight nodded in agreement with a subtle smile, "Yeah...yeah I'd like that."
Better start getting better at talking to other cats if she wants to be more of a helpful clanmate. It was a good thing that Heroneye had offer to let Floodsight join or else only StarClan knows how long it would take for Floodsight to build up the courage to ask.
Though it's her first time really talking to the other warrior, Floodsight could say she a pretty amiable cat to be around. Perhaps not as talkative, but still probably faring better than whatever communication skills Floodsight could utter to manage.
There's a slight overcast today, but it should be fine for hunting. A little cooler in temperature would surely bring the prey swarming for their daily meals. A little excited to finally get out of camp, Floodsight tilted her head letting the other warrior lead the way. Floodsight gave a smile and shifted her paws excitedly for today's excursion.
"Lead the way," Floodsight nodded at Heroneye.
[ @Fits haha they would 100% be apologizing in circles. feel free to start up another post outside ]
Stuck in camp. Well, not really - the deputy knew she could leave if she really wanted to - but today she had woken up feeling rather ill. Be it another side affect of those starsdammned caverns or what, but Dusklion didn't feel like venturing too far away from camp. So instead she was inspecting one of the rocky walls that rose high above their camp, the shade it provided cooling her down from the hot summer day. There were some claw marks etched into the walls, or what looked like claw marks to her at least. She studied them, taking a step forward to -
- what was that? Hearing the squelch under paw she lifted it up to notice that there was a berry or two under paw. Immediately the deputy froze, eyeing the berry-juice on her paw and wondering if it happened to be poisonous. But it didn't look like deathberry juice, and it seemed to have no affect on her paw pad. Tentatively, Dusklion craned her neck forward and darted her tongue over her paw (risky move, most likely). But when she didn't keel over and die right after she figured it must just be a regular berry that fell down the mountainside into their camp. Hmm.
Looking from her still-lifted paw, to the rock face, then back again, a half-smirk crossed her face. Clearing her throat the dark tabby rolled her shoulders back and stuck her paw out, placing it directly onto the surface of the rock and pressing hard. She held it there for a second or two before releasing her hold on the rock. A paw print. The half-grin grew to a somewhat full grin as she pressed her paw again against the rock, holding it when lifting it to reveal another paw print.
"Does this count as leavin' my mark?" she joked to herself under her breath in amusement, setting her paw back down and chuckling. Two of her paw prints, placed close together. Sure they would likely get washed away in the rain but they were pretty to look at now at least.
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.
Fishfreckle
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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The small tom frowned and stared long and hard at Larkwing when she gave her response. She didn’t appear to be lying,,, but still ”Why’d you go and get yourself hurt, dummy,” He mumbled under his breath, paws moving of their own accord as he was being guided towards the medicine cat’s den. He then muttered some unintelligible nonsense but if one were to listen closely, they’d be able to vaguely pick out ‘pretty pelt is ruined’ amongst the chaos.
”Your joke sucked by the way,” He mewed bluntly, stumbling slightly as he walked alongside her. He had never known her to be very good at jokes, or have a sense of humor, but despite how poor it was, he couldn’t deny that it was kind of… endearing? He didn’t know. An odd, nfamiliar feeling was bubbling within him and he didn’t like it. Not at all.
”Lark… I’m tired,” Fishfreckle slurred in a warbled tone, tail and ears drooping, and feet beginning to drag ”You. Take care of. Self.” He muttered before the incoherent rambling began anew. His head was swimming and he no longer knew where he was nor what he was doing. The only thing tethering him to the fact that he existed was the slight brush of their pelts and the sweet, familiar scent that accompanied the former leader. He was crashing. The little energy he’d used to follow Dusklion back and the talk he had with both her and Larkwing had begun to take its toll. He was tired. Sick and hungry too, but the exhaustion riddling his bones was far too much at the moment, he didn’t know if he could take another step…
[ @/Neptune. ]
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