RiverClan Clearing

[Morrigan]

Amberflare
Riverclan warrior

'This one's pretty!' Amberflare smiled joyfully as she discovered a shiny pebble in the shrubs. With one fludid movement she flipped the smooth rock over, dragging it towards her as she did. The warrior observed curiously as it was rolled underneath her tender paw pad, studied from every side. With a trill of satisfaction she decided this would be the next addition to her vast collection of pretty stones and feathers...but it was quite big..it would be a bother to transport alone. The pretty she cat's face darkened with thought as she surveyed the clearing in search of assistance.

OPEN

[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 8 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

RIGHT. Right, right, right. Salamanderpaw has toiled in camp a bit and hated it and now there's just one thing left before everything is okay again: borders. Her ears sting hot; she's had plenty of time to swing back and forth on this whole thing, sometimes carrying the responsibility with a tight jaw and a level head (I learned about Thunderclan scent from the gathering, Larkwing told me where I was going, I did the wrong thing anyway and I got her hurt) and sometimes petulantly shoving it out of her mind and ducking any accountability like the child she is (it's not my fault, the squirrel was right there and that big tom came out of nowhere, how was I supposed to know, Beastflame never showed me anything!). It's dizzying and she's tired of it all and she knows that it all gets to come to end if she just finishes up this last thing.

She needs a Lionheart...hm. Caveclaw's leg might still be hurt. Brokenstream was there when she got back with Larkwing, and the thought of going to him now makes her bristle with embarrassment. Seabreeze isn't an option anymore. So...so, who...

"GOLDFISH!!!" Salamanderpaw hollers the name right as it comes to mind, circling in the clearing with eyes peeled. She knows Goldfish isn't the only option left with the aforementioned others out if the question, but it's too memorable of a name not to spring to mind quickly. "GOLDFISH! Stormstar says you have to show me all the borders right now!" Maybe not exactly, but it's not entirely a lie, either. Still, the little calico cools her jets long enough to cough out a delicate please at the end of it all.

@Blaaze ; GOLDFISH
sorry for the delay!

[Omari]

Smolderpaw sat outside of the apprentice's den, brooding. (activity post)

[Blaaze]

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Goldfish] ❞
| RiverClan Lionheart | She/her | Mentions; @Marigoldwhisper |

Goldfish felt the faint familiar pang of hunger in her belly. A small feeling, but enough to rouse her from her session of forming pieces of moss into balls. Three so far. Standing up, the spotted tortoiseshell padded toward the freshkill pile, which was comfortably full as usual. Grasping a fish from the pile (yippee, trout!) Goldfish lifted her head up and noticed Deerspark relaxing nearby. Why not? Padding relatively steadily (albeit a bit slow) toward the brown tom, the Lionheart offered him a friendly smile. ”Mind if I sit?” She asked.

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