Oops... Well it looks like Adderstrike accidentally ran into someone and that someone happened to be Plumshade. Adderstrike really wasn't sure what she was going on about but something something twolegs. "Sorry for hitting into you." Adderstrike said before she picked up the beehive she dropped. She wasn't going to mention being scared of it but just because it was twolegs that were the cause didn't really do anything to lessen her weariness about these flowers. "I'm going to go find somewhere calmer and maybe watch the stars. You're free to join me." Adderstrike said as she started to walk off while ignoring her desire to run and hide somewhere.
PlumShade nodded her head " don't worry about it. she meowed noticing the beehive, weird? she thought but she wasn't gonna question it. the warrior smiled at the suggestion to go watch the stars "sure I would love to. she meowed
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Risingstorm is a hornet of Thunderclan if he is needed mention me he is open to training apprentices
-Note this hasn't been announced ic so please address him as a warrior. No one should know of him being a hornet but brackenclaw and wolfhive as of now-
PlumShade nodded her head " don't worry about it. she meowed noticing the beehive, weird? she thought but she wasn't gonna question it. the warrior smiled at the suggestion to go watch the stars "sure I would love to. she meowed
"Follow me..." Adderstrike mumbled as she tried to remember a nice spot to sit. She leas the both to an outcrop by the water. By the time they got there, the stars were born and the fireworks had ceased. This felt weird Adderstrike would admit. She never care for Starclan but yet she was here staring up at them, at least they were pretty she mused to herself. All they were was a pretty face.. "Lovely night tonight, isn't it?"
The wonder that poured from Berries reminded the deputy of her first time witnessing Lionsbeach. It was one of the most prominent memories Dusklion had from her first few days in RiverClan, getting to see the long shoreline and never-ending water. "Seems like it does, huh?" Her voice held the same wonder, the same amazement glittered in her gaze. Returning here reminded the deputy of her youth, of first joining RiverClan...
"I feel like I can be closest to StarClan here, too." Glancing up at the sunny sky, she smiled softly. "When it's night, 'n everythin's quiet, you can come out here 'n see all of the stars above. Each one is said to be a spirit - so even if you've lost cats, you can look up 'n know they're up there, watchin' you..." It was often times like these that she wondered which one of the stars that appeared were Lions. Which one was Fury. Which one was Fluffs...
Bringing herself back to the present, the deputy started down the shoreline a bit, wanting Berrypaw to have a chance to take as much of it in as they could before heading to the next area. Upon walking, Dusklion felt something smooth underpaw and stopped, backing up a bit. Two perfectly smooth stones protruded from the sand. One was bigger and a dark gray color, while the other was a more sandy, beige color. Not quite brown, but... "Look, it's us but as rocks," the deputy chuckled as she pointed to them, scooping out the beige one and sliding it over to Berrypaw.
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| BERRYPAW |
small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector
Berrypaw followed Dusklion's gaze up towards the sky, as if trying to picture how it might look out here at night. She imagined it to be serene and bright, no trees blocking the view of the bright, starry expanse... she should come see it sometime, the apprentice mused to herself, nodding along to the deputy's words.
"That's... beautiful," Berrypaw murmured appreciatively. She'd heard before that StarClan cats were represented by the stars, but it took on a bit of a deeper meaning with the way Dusklion had just described it, plus the mutual wonder both of them shared in the powerful beauty of these natural forces. Hm... Berrypaw wondered if whomever her mother and father were, if they'd end up in the sky one day. Or was that only for Clan cats...? She almost asked, but felt a little too silly, so she kept the question to herself.
Berrypaw followed after Dusklion as they continued down the shore, silently taking in more of the beach and its wide open beauty, getting used to the taste of salt in the air and the way her paws sunk a little with each step. Stars, it was strange walking on sand like this — and a little difficult, especially with her small legs. But it was too pretty here to get too frustrated about it.
When the deputy stopped, Berry's green eyes flickered down to see the two perfectly-smooth stones underpaw, and let out an amused purr. "Ah! It sorta is, huh?" She agreed with a small giggle, pawing around the dark beige rock for a moment, watching it thump into the soft sand. Berrypaw was finding that she was relaxed around Dusklion's presence; the deputy was fiery and a fierce warrior for sure, but seemed to show a soft kindness and consideration for the medicine cat apprentice. She didn't feel as timid as she usually was. It was... nice.
"Follow me..." Adderstrike mumbled as she tried to remember a nice spot to sit. She leas the both to an outcrop by the water. By the time they got there, the stars were born and the fireworks had ceased. This felt weird Adderstrike would admit. She never care for Starclan but yet she was here staring up at them, at least they were pretty she mused to herself. All they were was a pretty face.. "Lovely night tonight, isn't it?"
the warrior padded after adderstrike her dark fur nearly made it look like she was apart of the dark night sky. PlumShade looked around amber eyes looking around the sandy beach a part of her was glad she was home in a place she knew glad that her paws could feel the soft dirty blond sand in-between her pink paw pads felt...nice. The loud sound of the fire flowers stopped revealing silverpelt she sat down looking up at the thousands of shining stars " Yeah it is nice she meowed smelling the salty air
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Risingstorm is a hornet of Thunderclan if he is needed mention me he is open to training apprentices
-Note this hasn't been announced ic so please address him as a warrior. No one should know of him being a hornet but brackenclaw and wolfhive as of now-
Redmire's paws met sand. The crashing of the waves was a little more than just a smidge irritating, but maybe the noise would mean quieter conversation. Her nose twitched as she scanned the shoreline. "I wonder if there's any crabs out, still. It's been getting kind of cold lately."
"Stars, I can't remember the last time I've had one of those." The thought of crab meat was making Sedgeflake's mouth water. Obviously, there were no crabs in the mountains - and the period before that was hazy with all the chaos. "You think the cold'll bother them? I thought they were more common 'round Leaf-fall."
Specifics didn't matter, he guessed. Sedgeflake watched a gull dive along the water, scooping up what he could only assume was a fish. "We ought to grow wings so we can do that stunt." Could she imagine? Hell, if they had wings maybe they could take WindClan out too - one stupid bunny at a time.
A different bird caught his attention - a plover was pecking at a sand flea. He crouched down and stalked it, then leapt to pin and kill it with a bite to the neck.
"Do they? I guess that shows how much time I spend down here." Which was to say, not much time at all. There were always places Redmire would much rather be.
She noticed the seagull, but didn't really find anything too appealing. "I think wings would be cumbersome. They'd get in the way, or be another target in a fight." That was, of course, assuming everyone had wings. "Maybe if it was just us, it'd be worth it." Then they'd always have the advantage.
He went off to do his own thing, so she turned in the opposite direction. Hey, look, a crab! One swat to knock it off-balance, then some sharp pressure on its shell with two paws, and with a crack it stopped moving. Easy munching.
She nudged it with a forepaw and looked up to check Sedgefleck's progress. An odd lump in the sand caught her attention, so she stepped away from the crab to get a little closer - and then her heart sank.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [INACTIVE]
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Swanberry would be lying to herself if she were to say she felt fine. She didn't. She felt sick and lightheaded, feelings that weren't entirely foreign but she didn't like them much either. While she queen hadn't hunted in awhile, she figured she might as well. Sooner or later she'd have to push out these kits.
She offered Catfishwhisker a slightly drained smile but her eyes shone brightly. Maybe she'd be able to catch something today without completely passing out. She dug her paws into the sand below and mustered a feeling of hope. It used to all come naturally to her, but now she had to force it out. A shame really. Honestly, she should've been excited, her kits were supposed to be coming soon, kits she'd love until she was wrung dry.
Then, it suddenly spoke up, their eyes hidden from their bangs. Swanberry turned her head to it and sighed. "Yeah it's been... A mind boggling evening to say the least," she smiled unevenly. "But I think I'm ready to start doing the warrior thing again, I'm pretty tired of my belly weighing me down." A joke, but it wasn't really funny.
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❝Whatever will be, will be. Don't care what anyone else thinks.❞
-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
base by crying_paws on TH Catfishwhisker-It/Its
35 Moons PURRKS
Agatha Kitty-ACTIVE
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"I can understand that." Catfishwhisker replied "Well, I've never had kits, but I can understand why you'd be tired of being weighed down. Glad I could help you with getting moving."
It gave Swanberry a soft smile, before it heard the slightest sound of movement nearby, head quickly swiveling in the direction of whatever it was.
It was a herring, scavenging a fish that looked like it had been dead for about a day.