The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
Softpaw nodded gently in agreement with her mentors words. Softpaw's eyes were wide and wary as she wasn't used to her surroundings, Softpaw's fluffy white pelt pressed against Heroneye's pelt gently, Softpaw gently quivered with anticipation of seeing more of her new home..... or well her real home. Softpaw's eyes locked onto a movement. "W-what was that" Softpaw whimpered, hiding behind her mentor, "It was like- like." Softpaw stammered, her mew filled with concern though it was genuinely calm. Softpaw quieted down as her mentor stalked forward, Softpaw pinned her ears for a moment, then perked them and tasted the air. "There's no scent.... W-well I don't think so." Softpaw mewed, her tone still calm, a hint of fear creeping into it. Softpaw blinked around, her green eyes studying the area. "There isn't a ghost is there? Were not like.... being rude by marking the place of something right?" Softpaw fretted gently. The white apprentice looked at her mentor once more, begining to blab gently as she was getting nervous by the second. "Uncle F-foxmoon told me the stories about a ghost... and.." Softpaw trailed off, stopping as she got self concious, realizing a bit to late she might need to be quiet to hear anything. Her ears perked up to listen. Softpaw noticed her mentors crouch and silently mocked it, copying the way her tail was hovering and her legs fit perfectly under her.. Good training she supposed.
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Seems like Sunsetgleam was the only one not noticing anything. They were looking at a different direction, what were they supposed to do about it? It was only until Wisteriawren’s call that they realized the patrol might not be alone. And it was backed up by Heroneye and Softpaw’s claim as well. So they damn knew there was something there. It couldn’t have been an outsider if the patrol didn’t catch any scent. Unless the figure rolled in mud. But if it was the ghost, why would he appear now of all times in the Thicket? It didn’t make sense. And they’ve never heard of a cat dying in the Sleepy Thicket, so the risks of the patrol getting wiped out are low. “Calm down, Softpaw” they mewed in a gentle yet quieted way
They tried to pick up any noise, their movements were slow as to not provoke any sound. It’s suddenly became unnervingly quiet. They still held on to the chance that the ghost, if there was one, could be kind. Or at least not bloodthirsty. They can’t assume anything before they get true confirmation. They watched Heroneye and her apprentice crouch forward, wondering if they should follow behind or stay put; would it be great for the patrol to split up, or stick together? Incase of an attack from something it’d be great to stick together but if they really wanted to investigate they’d have to split up
[ @Fits - Heron ] [ @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Soft ] [ @Rose - Wisteria ]
[Haunted Thicket! Real ghost encounter!? Like and subscribe to riverclan /silly]
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The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
Softpaw nodded gently in agreement with her mentors words. Softpaw's eyes were wide and wary as she wasn't used to her surroundings, Softpaw's fluffy white pelt pressed against Heroneye's pelt gently, Softpaw gently quivered with anticipation of seeing more of her new home..... or well her real home. Softpaw's eyes locked onto a movement. "W-what was that" Softpaw whimpered, hiding behind her mentor, "It was like- like." Softpaw stammered, her mew filled with concern though it was genuinely calm. Softpaw quieted down as her mentor stalked forward, Softpaw pinned her ears for a moment, then perked them and tasted the air. "There's no scent.... W-well I don't think so." Softpaw mewed, her tone still calm, a hint of fear creeping into it. Softpaw blinked around, her green eyes studying the area. "There isn't a ghost is there? Were not like.... being rude by marking the place of something right?" Softpaw fretted gently. The white apprentice looked at her mentor once more, begining to blab gently as she was getting nervous by the second. "Uncle F-foxmoon told me the stories about a ghost... and.." Softpaw trailed off, stopping as she got self concious, realizing a bit to late she might need to be quiet to hear anything. Her ears perked up to listen. Softpaw noticed her mentors crouch and silently mocked it, copying the way her tail was hovering and her legs fit perfectly under her.. Good training she supposed.
Seems like Sunsetgleam was the only one not noticing anything. They were looking at a different direction, what were they supposed to do about it? It was only until Wisteriawren’s call that they realized the patrol might not be alone. And it was backed up by Heroneye and Softpaw’s claim as well. So they damn knew there was something there. It couldn’t have been an outsider if the patrol didn’t catch any scent. Unless the figure rolled in mud. But if it was the ghost, why would he appear now of all times in the Thicket? It didn’t make sense. And they’ve never heard of a cat dying in the Sleepy Thicket, so the risks of the patrol getting wiped out are low. “Calm down, Softpaw” they mewed in a gentle yet quieted way
They tried to pick up any noise, their movements were slow as to not provoke any sound. It’s suddenly became unnervingly quiet. They still held on to the chance that the ghost, if there was one, could be kind. Or at least not bloodthirsty. They can’t assume anything before they get true confirmation. They watched Heroneye and her apprentice crouch forward, wondering if they should follow behind or stay put; would it be great for the patrol to split up, or stick together? Incase of an attack from something it’d be great to stick together but if they really wanted to investigate they’d have to split up
[ @Fits - Heron ] [ @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Soft ] [ @Rose - Wisteria ]
[Haunted Thicket! Real ghost encounter!? Like and subscribe to riverclan /silly]
She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch | ft. Unknown?
"A ghost?!" Wisteriawren echoed, wide blue and gold eyes turning on Softpaw at the apprentice's exclamation. "Surely not." She murmured, but her voice betrayed the uncertainty in her heart. Were ghosts really that outlandish, considering... this was RiverClan.
Her fur stood on edge, clawless paws kneading at the ground anxiously as they went, gaze flitting from tree to tree, brow furrowed with a mixture of concern and bewilderment. Maybe it was a figment of her imagination, maybe it was the tension in her mind creating things that were not real, but Wisteriawren couldn't help the yelp of terror she emitted as she stepped on a twig, leaping two feet in the air at the snapping noise and landing back on the ground with her tail bushed and pointing upward.
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She felt silly after a moment, face warming with embarassment at likely having alarmed the entire party. "My bad, I'm sor-" Her apology got cut off as something flashed again at the edge of her vision again. "Oh no. No, no, no, what is that?!"
The former kittypet's ears pinned back as she backed up into her patrolmates, a half-formed, blurry shadow stalking towards them.
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Heroneye's mouth tensed as she walked, her tail beginning to lash slightly behind her. With each word her patrolmates spoke, she became more and more apprehensive. As much as she understood--and could relate to--their nervousness, it took just about every ounce of strength in her body to keep from hissing, Please, be quiet! Perhaps that wasn't very becoming of the Lionheart, but... well, she was nervous, too!
Heroneye just about jumped out of her pelt when Wisteriawren suddenly cried out with fear, and she was fully ready for some kind of Clan-threatening creature to come stalking out of the undergrowth. But, oh, her Clanmate had just startled herself by stepping on a twig. They all seemed to be fairly on-edge, so it was understandable. Regardless, Heroneye allowed the bristling fur on her back to flatten again. That is, of course, until some kind of Clan-threatening creature did come stalking out of the undergrowth, and the Lionheart just about jumped out of her pelt all over again.
Even as she stared directly at the figure, it remained blurry, as though her mind simply could not bring itself to form its true image. Horrors beyond cat comprehension? Fine, Heroneye could work with that. If her mind was trying to protect her, fine! It was doing a pretty good job of that, considering her sanity was still intact (Heroneye was fairly certain). She had to stay, anyway. Running away and wailing like a kit wasn't very Lionheart-like, no matter how much she may have wanted to..!
"Who are you?" Heroneye mustered after several heartbeats, voice wavering. She swallowed once before continuing. "What are you doing in RiverClan territory?" Heroneye gnashed her teeth together as soon as the words left her mouth; something told her that the usual stock intruder confrontation phrases probably wouldn't be so effective. Well, hopefully they would be, because Heroneye was just about three heartbeats away from making a run for it back to the Twoleg den.
Heroneye's mouth tensed as she walked, her tail beginning to lash slightly behind her. With each word her patrolmates spoke, she became more and more apprehensive. As much as she understood--and could relate to--their nervousness, it took just about every ounce of strength in her body to keep from hissing, Please, be quiet! Perhaps that wasn't very becoming of the Lionheart, but... well, she was nervous, too!
Heroneye just about jumped out of her pelt when Wisteriawren suddenly cried out with fear, and she was fully ready for some kind of Clan-threatening creature to come stalking out of the undergrowth. But, oh, her Clanmate had just startled herself by stepping on a twig. They all seemed to be fairly on-edge, so it was understandable. Regardless, Heroneye allowed the bristling fur on her back to flatten again. That is, of course, until some kind of Clan-threatening creature did come stalking out of the undergrowth, and the Lionheart just about jumped out of her pelt all over again.
Even as she stared directly at the figure, it remained blurry, as though her mind simply could not bring itself to form its true image. Horrors beyond cat comprehension? Fine, Heroneye could work with that. If her mind was trying to protect her, fine! It was doing a pretty good job of that, considering her sanity was still intact (Heroneye was fairly certain). She had to stay, anyway. Running away and wailing like a kit wasn't very Lionheart-like, no matter how much she may have wanted to..!
"Who are you?" Heroneye mustered after several heartbeats, voice wavering. She swallowed once before continuing. "What are you doing in RiverClan territory?" Heroneye gnashed her teeth together as soon as the words left her mouth; something told her that the usual stock intruder confrontation phrases probably wouldn't be so effective. Well, hopefully they would be, because Heroneye was just about three heartbeats away from making a run for it back to the Twoleg den.
Softpaw looked at her mentor, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the creature. Softpaw stood up, standing behind her mentor, her tail tucking underneath her legs in pure fear and terror as she looked at the creature. "Foxmoon was right! There's a ghost! It's a fuzzy black cat like creature just like uncle Foxmoon said!" Softpaw gasped, her eyes wide in fear. Softpaw whimpered and took a step back.
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@/Beanz is haunting my profile :sniffles"
lio lurked here
hope dropped a bundle of chocolates here
Rose littered this profile with flowers
]@/Beanz@/mars@/Merp Machine@/CrimsionOaks@/WCUEhoneyfur@/Hollyheart of thunder@/MaplestrikeWCUE@/PINTO BEAN@/AriaTheFiremaiden@/Mike29@/constellation@/Snowyfeathr@/KestrelPaw@/Eucalyptuspaw @/rubberRatroom - "It's so preppy in here"
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