Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
Floodsight's blue gaze fell upon the scar that stretched across the hind leg. It looked like a painful one. One that probably reminded the older warrior everyday of the battle that took place. She knows hers does, the history behind both of the scars on her chest had reminded on two very important things. Be weary of others and to never mess with foxes. And it stained her so. The moons after felt like her chest was on fire and the scar ached like no others. Every step she took felt like she was on pins and pricks to the point even just sleeping was hard.
[ Mind Reader Activated ]
'Was he really going to get it checked out? Or was he just being nice to lessen my worries?' Because it wasn't working. It just made her all the more worry. How much times did Blizzardoak miss a check up just to not worry others? With concern written all over her face, Floodsight insisted, "I could go with you to see Berry when we get back. Would that be alright?"
She offered but if the older warrior refused, there was nothing she could do and she rather not push further and make him feel uncomfortable. Floodsight would just have to trust that he knows what he's getting himself into. With a small sigh, she picked up her pieces of prey and signal to the two of them. "Come on, let's go."
The warrior had finally got his claws on his second mouse, first if he didn’t count the example he had set with WisteriaWren. He was surprised at himself for being able to hunt in the first place. When he was given the opportunity to spend more time with WisteriaWren assist WisteriaWren in learning to hunt, he leapt at it gladly despite his lack of an ability to bite hard enough to kill any prey. He was patient as they went on to discover more prey. Every cat had to learn somewhere, yeah? And he couldn’t imagine how one could even begin hunting without claws. He couldn’t blame her one bit. Instead he went along with it.
Perhaps all the time in the territory made him sick, or a piece of kill did…or even worse—Wisteria was sick and passed it onto him? He didn’t know what he had wrong with him, but whatever it was, he felt nowhere near right. His paws felt squirmy and clammy, his heartbeat felt rapid, but he couldn’t put his paw on this emotion. It’s not something he had felt before…odd, huh? He tried to go along with it, brushing the disease aside so he could put his full attention on pushing WisteriaWren to her full potential.
He simply grinned back, a mighty, hearty grin, shrugging off the she-cats mistake as it was nothing. “Ay, tha’s okay! I’m still learnin’ how t’ hun’ myself withou’ bein’ able to bi’e” he offered, trying to make light out of the situation and be as relatable as possible. His gaze watched as she went a few feet to a…flower? This caused even more of a sappy surge of happiness through him, which isn’t common at all since the raid, and he nuzzled her appreciatively. “Thank you—n’ ey’, no stress on huntin, alrigh’? It takes time…especially difficul’ when ya can’t claw em immediately.” he gently took the wildflower, holding it carefuly, as he scanned it. A pretty little yellow and slightly orange (at the base) flower with longer stems. He’ll cherish it. (AKA he’ll never get rid of it and always go to find the same flower to keep in front of his ear and eventually give WisteriaWren a bunch as well, along with showing her the dead, rotted original one)
@Rose —playing around with formatting for posts so uh…my bad for possible chaos
@Idiotic.Bean101
Ya know, Raccoonsun was just going out.
Maybe grabbing prey, getting some air from that stuffy twoleg den.
Normal stuff.
And then boom, she spots two cats.
One was Rowanmane, mister-avoiding-her.
And the other... Wisteria... something.... Wisteriaaaaa.... wren! That was it, Wisteriawren.
She heard it at a meeting, if she remembered right.
But remembering also is not her forte.
Now for social interactions.
Should she butt in on whatever is going on here?
Looks like two friends just hunting together.
But, Raccoonsun has been trying to specifically bother Rowanmane now that she's taken note of him avoiding her, for whatever reason.
Now, the approach!
How does one normally start a conversation?
Hmmmm.
Maybe she should just say hi, like any normal cat.
Yup, that's what she'll do.
She padded over, and once she was sure they could see her, she spoke.
"Uh, hi." She greeted, though her tone definitely came off a bit awkward "How's it goooooiiiin'?"
She could feel them. Against her will. The countless butterflies that welled up inside of her when Rowanmane nuzzled her. She froze, her face turning a flustered, pink hue with blush, ear tips turning warm. The warrior all but melted at Rowanmane’s understanding. Her eyes had brightened significantly, her face flushed. “Thank you,” she purred, pressing her cheek to his shoulder to relay her gratitude. “Rowanmane, I wanted to—“
A new voice out of the blue was what caused her to cut off, startling slightly and almost hitting the top of her head against Rowanmane’s chin. The warrior turned around, eyes wide with surprise. This was… Raccoon..something? Oh dear, how long had she been standing there??? Wisteriawren hadn’t even noticed. “…Hello.” She offered, smile a tad sheepish as she scooted a few inches away from the Tom at her side.
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《RowanMane》
Male | 40 Moons | Posts: 101
large midnight charcoal agouti tabby tom with bright blue eyes, many scars, messy medium-length fur, underbite
Purrks: None
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“Of course.” he responded to his thanks, perking his ears up as she started to speak again. His head snapped and eyes widened as the new cat made themself known. Oh…just RaccoonSun. Was the worse or better. He moved his head up just enough so Wisty didn’t hit her head…then she moved away a bit, and that detail didn’t go unnoticed by the…warrior? Lionheart?
“Uh…yes?…” he wasn’t sure how to function. His daughter who had 0 idea they were related, and his future love interest but he didn’t know that, all in one place.
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Oh, wow, she was really just a big interruption at the moment.
But, no turning back now!
"Sorry for interrupting your... outing?" Raccoonsun said "Just got a bit... uh... bored, by myself, I guess?"
If she could gain social skills, that would be fantastic.
It was evident that wasn't happening soon, though.
The dilute tortoiseshell continued to stand there awkwardly for a moment. "Are you guys hunting?" She then decides to ask.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude 3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 54 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart arrived in Sleepy Thicket with Amberflare, pausing to catch his breath from the jog over. He scented the air, his piercing blue eyes narrowing a bit in concentration. He did his best to shrug off the lingering chill in the air he always seemed to feel in this place, and especially as the graves were moved, it felt more... eerie. Maybe that was just the kithood stories getting to him yet again, the spooky ones his fellow young apprentices had liked to spread around as well back in the day.
"Alright... seems there's some prey trails headed that-a-way," he mused, flicking his tail towards the east. "Then some over here. I'll head this way." Then he flicked his tail to the west. "We catch as much as we can, 'n meet back here at sunhigh. Don't want Stormstar waitin' too long. Good huntin'," he wished, giving Amberflare a curt nod, as if confirming the assignment. Then he was off, doing his best to pick out a single good trail amidst the mixture of prey scents and fresh leaf-litter as the orange, brown, red, and yellow leaves littered the forest floor.
Hmm... he detected the scent of a vole up ahead. Dropping into a crouch, Stagheart prowled through the bushes, coming up on the small critter. Alright, with a wriggle of his haunches, the lumbering tom launched into the air and...!
[ Roll: 17: Success! ]
Gotcha! His claws successfully snagged the vole and he flung it down to stun it before nipping its neck, quickly finishing the job. He scraped some leaves over the prey to hide for now, continuing his journey through.
Stagheart heard a robin nearby after that, and began following the sound... and soon found his bounty. Dropping into his typical hunter's crouch, the warrior slunk along through shadows and branches until..!
[ Roll: 9 | Fail! ]
Starsdangit. He'd never been the most graceful hunter. With his stocky stature, Stag ended up rustling some leaves, sending the bird flying away. Grumbling to himself (and all the more grateful that no one was watching him), he continued on, not letting it deter him.