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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(Overheat done!)Mothdrizzle laid out on the ground ,between the blazing sun during the walk it had and its long fur, the cat was really warm (çlosed) #mothsbingo2024
oh? was this truly what she thought it was? was this a real life old cat who was cool? what a surprise! with a grin, ashenkit pranced closer to the bengal, nodding emphatically. "Nice to meet ya, mr. brokenstream! i suppose i can teach ya too, if you'd like. i'm informing my students here-" she gestured to the pile of objects "-about the phenomi-phenomena-er, phenomenom known as the sky!" the only issue here would be if she was wrong and the big cat made fun of her, but she was ashenkit after all. she couldn't be wrong, otherwise mamafish would have told her (not that she had ever mentioned any of this to goldfish, but that was besides the point.)
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.
Waterhawk was walking around when he saw Dusklion. Waterhawk padded over to him. "Hi, Dusklion. How are you?" he didn't know if that was to weird or if it was to little he was never good at this stuff anyway
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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. ]
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Oh... oh, this didn't seem good. Why had she stayed here talking so long?? She should have dragged Fish to the medicine den immediately, what on earth had she been thinking?? But, truthfully, she wasn't thinking, she was just happy. Still, Fishfreckle's words were concerning, his everything was concerning, actually, and Larkwing had just stood here, talking his ears off. How could she do that?
"You need to see Mistyshard," she insisted, shoving the sickly warrior onto her back and carrying him the rest of the way there herself, "I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
Mistyshard lounged in the clearing, glad for a breather. Her one amber eye scanned her suroundings curiously, watching as cats entered and left camp, some of them bringing prey or other goods back.. She felt like she was getting too used to the mountains, at this point. It would be hard to adjust to having trees and other territories surrounding her again, though being back in her old home would certainly give her a feeling of calmness. She just hoped everything went well with her pregnancy... it hadn't been announced to the clan yet, and she was planning to tell Berrypaw very soon.
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Mistyshard is RiverClan’s current Medicine Cat. She has a semi-closed den policy. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to VM or DM me!
Storm is raging,
twisting time but my heart's still now.
Tail tip flicking idly, Wisteriawren sat in a corner of the clearing, cheek resting against the ground, eyes half-lidded. She was so tired. Her limbs felt weak. This was of her own doing - and truly, she didn't fault anyone for not noticing. No one would notice. She looked fine, for the most part, minus the part where she spent most of her time out of doors camp or curled up in a corner. As of right now, she had began to pull herself out of her funk, slowly but steadily. If she had to do that all on her own... then so be it.
She wasn't comfortable enough to ask that of anyone... and no one had offered, so why burden them? Pushing herself to her paws, vision dimming for a second, Wisteriawren waited it out before starting to groom her raggedy fur. She'd never looked so terrible before, no wonder everyone was asking her if she was okay. Saddened gold-flecked blue eyes flicked briefly to a specific part of her fur that was tangled, clumped together, and then she was gnawing lightly at the spot, pulling out a sandburr that had lodged itself in her fur.
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
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