-‘๑’- RIFTPAW | 7 MOONS | HE/HIM -‘๑’- split half solid black, half brown tabby with icy blue eyes
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Riftpaw shrugged at his mentor’s question, unsure of what sticks would be used for himself. However, he quickly busied himself with looking for what he would deem “the perfect sticks”. Marigoldpaw had seemingly been successful in finding the actual herb requested, so it only made sense for him to do the other half of the request. ”Stick time.” He whispered to himself as he scoured the thicket for the best branches.
[ RIFTPAW ROLLED A 4 ]
’Aha!’ The young tom tugged at a branch in a bush, tumbling backward when it broke loose…it had splintered. This was unusable! Maybe he should stick to looking for ones that are already on the ground
[ RIFTPAW ROLLED A 16 ]
After a bit more scouring under some bushes, Riftpaw had managed to find two straight sticks that didn’t seem to have many, if any, little twigs sticking out on the side. Hopefully these would be useful. Picking them up in his jaws, he trotted over to Duskleaf. ”Like dis?” …Of course it was muffled as he didn’t drop his small haul.
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\11 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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(Just to let you know, I've got an extension! This patrol is now due on OCTOBER 27TH, so basically tmr!)
Riftpaw was doing okay with the sticks, apart from the one that splintered. Marigoldpaw winced and closed her eyes instinctively, as though the shards of wood were coming right for her. She had a good amount of borage, three to be exact, so it was certainly stick finding time for her. And, since Riftpaw seemed to be having some trouble, Marigoldpaw was more than happy to help.
"Hey, uh... Riftpaw! How's the uh, stick business? Practically booming, am I right?" She cringed at her own joke as soon as she said it. Stars above, making friends was harder than it should've been, way harder. The apprentice cleared her throat and smiled bashfully. "AHEM, ACK! Erm... Sorry! I uh, was just trying to lead a nice and friendly gateway to conversation. Uh. But I don't think it worked."
Hazle eyes glanced at the sticks he'd gathered, her expression slowly becoming more confident. "I'm sure those sticks will be uh just fine." She gave her clanmate a small and short nod before she lifted her head. "Uhm. Mind if I join you?" And with that, the apprentice kneeled down and searched from some sturdy sticks. Thank Starclan it didn't take long.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20! harvest complete!]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 19! completely intact!]
[+1 stick]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20! harvest complete!]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 16! completely intact!]
《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
Interaction For: @Rose @Idiotic.Bean101
“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.
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.
Wisteriawren glances sidelong at her companion as he replies with a... 'yes'? to their shared companion's question on how they were doing. Oh, was that the right way to respond? She wasn't ENTIRELY sure, but because this chance meeting had somehow gotten more awkward than it had been, - actually, she wouldn't call her outing with Rowanmane awkward, not when any silence had been companionable - the former kittypet forced her paws into motion as she stepped forward.
"Yes... we were. Hunting, that is." Nothing else. Yep! She hadn't just... felt feelings that caught on too easily. Nuh uh. Hadn't happened. She'd face it later. Rowanmane was teaching her to hunt. Well, he'd already taught her. Most of it was common sense. Wisteriawren was still trying to pin down the killing part. Pin down and kill being of most import, in this case. Erm... what to say now..? "...would you like to join us?"
[ Struggled with this so hard for some reason, I apologize for the lame / really late response ]
Sunny walked to the strange land Lavender had convinced her to go and ask to join Riverclan she held her 4 kits carefully in her jaws walking carefully as her kittens mewed
Duskleaf walked away a little bit as he spotted a patch of what looked to be borage. Remembering to take the leaves, he carefully tried to take them off without doing too much damage to the rest of the plant. Oh! He could even put some of them in his fur! It was full of leaves anyway, just makes it easier to carry them! Sticking a few of the leaves in his fur, it was the first time this weird leaf magnet power thing he had ever proved useful. Turning around, he spotted Riftpaw approaching with some sticks. "Ah yeah, like that!"
@Marigoldwhisper @korok (I just want to say I’m so sorry for basically wasting the extension. My motivation’s been really low recently and I might take a break from WCO for a while. Again, really sorry about the delay)
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"You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
Where me and my true love shall never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond!"
Sunny walked to the strange land Lavender had convinced her to go and ask to join Riverclan she held her 4 kits carefully in her jaws walking carefully as her kittens mewed
Brokenstream yawned as he padded slowly along through Sleepy Thicket. He sighed. So many lives lost…and they needed to figure out what to do with the gravesites here. There was work to be done, but they would figure it out. He glanced back over his shoulder at Cobwebfern, the new medicine cat apprentice. He had tagged along with her on this little outing. The tom didn’t know her that well, but she seemed nice enough. Plus, Berryshine and Stormstar trusted her, so surely she was a good fit for her role.
As the Lionheart opened his mouth to say something to her, an unfamiliar scent wafted past. ”Cobwebfern! Someone’s here- stay close.” He whispered to her, positioning himself in front of the medicine cat apprentice and hackles raised. ”Who’s there?!” He growled before locking eyes with a she-cat traveling with four kits. He kept his guard, but he relaxed slightly at the sight. ”What are you doing here? This is RiverClan territory- you best take your kits and move on.” He mewed gruffly, tail swishing behind him.
( @finley !! | Hi @Ameythistmoon !! Please refer to how to do an Outsider Joining through the RiverClan Resources. As this was not done correctly, Sunny will have to be driven off with her kits. Please wait for Cobwebfern’s role player to post before replying ^^ )
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Brokenstream is RiverClan’s Head Lionheart - If You Need Him, Mention Me
a very scarred, grey fluffy bengal with a missing back right leg. she has fluffs of white and darker grey fur. purrks ; herbal knowledge tier two, the collector | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | lesbian/sapphic + demigirl
trigger warning ; this character frequently talks and thinks about past abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. interact with care <3
padding alongside brokenstream, cobwebfern smiled softly at the head lionheart. her feelings towards the head lionheart was the same as his towards her- she didn't know him well, but he seemed to be doing very well so far, and she trusted pretty much anyone who stormstar trusted. they had made little conversation on the way to the sleepy thicket, her mind trained on what herbs she was going to be acquiring on the way and while they were here.
[ roll for idle herb gathering - 17, 14, 18 ]
she had already sniffed around and picked up a couple of herbs- some borage from a clump off to the side, some lavender that she grabbed hesitantly, hoping taking it wouldn't be a bad omen for more death to come- and some thyme. cobwebfern held these in her mouth, carefully gripped in her jaws but careful not to puncture or accidentally swallow any of them.
it was a comfortable silence they both were in-
though it was interrupted by.. an outsider. cobwebfern's fur spiked and her ears flattened, tail lashing behind her. she moved to stand beside and behind the lionheart, ready to attack if need be though knowing brokenstream was very capable. she didn't speak yet, (mostly because herbs were gripped in her jaws) but was prepared to set them down and explain why the queen and her kits had to be driven off. she had found that it was always easiest to be the mediator in a situation, contrary to jumping into fighting mode immediately.
[ + 3 borage , 2 lavender , 3 thyme ]
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" i was nothing before, so i couldn't have asked to be born . "
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
-‘๑’- RIFTPAW | 7 MOONS | HE/HIM -‘๑’- split half solid black, half brown tabby with icy blue eyes
header by @/dino.
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Riftpaw stared blankly at Marigoldpaw as she approached him with a joke, bundle of sticks still gripped tightly between his teeth. A small twitch of his whiskers is the only thing that gave any sign of amusement at her jest. He dropped the sticks for a moment, nodding at Duskleaf. ”Sure.” He mewed to his fellow apprentice as she asked if she could join him. ”I’ll look for more borage too.” He mewed, sniffing at the herbs that Marigoldpaw had gathered. Icy blue eyes glanced back up at her. ”Hey, you’ve got a knack for this.” It surprised Riftpaw how much he was talking to someone new for the first time, but she seemed nice. Hmm…maybe now was a good time for his signature line.
The young tom nipped a few borage leaves off like he had seen Marigoldpaw do earlier, grabbing two leaves. They had a good haul going! Turning back to her, he dropped the leaves at her paws. ”Wanna be friends?” He asked earnestly, blinking slowly at the she-cat.
While he awaited an answer, he glanced back at Duskleaf. ”Should we go now?”
[ INVENTORY - 2 sticks, 2 borage ]
( @Whitestarliner - no worries!! I understand if you could just get them back to camp that would be great ^^ /gen | @Marigoldwhisper - *drops strange Riftpaw at u as an offering* /silly )
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pixelgifs by @/snowflake.
Brokenstream is RiverClan’s Head Lionheart - If You Need Him, Mention Me
Last edited by korok; October 27th, 2024 at 08:26 PM.
-‘๑’- RIFTPAW | 7 MOONS | HE/HIM -‘๑’- split half solid black, half brown tabby with icy blue eyes
header by @/dino.
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Riftpaw stared blankly at Marigoldpaw as she approached him with a joke, bundle of sticks still gripped tightly between his teeth. A small twitch of his whiskers is the only thing that gave any sign of amusement at her jest. He dropped the sticks for a moment, nodding at Duskleaf. ”Sure.” He mewed to his fellow apprentice as she asked if she could join him. ”I’ll look for more borage too.” He mewed, sniffing at the herbs that Marigoldpaw had gathered. Icy blue eyes glanced back up at her. ”Hey, you’ve got a knack for this.” It surprised Riftpaw how much he was talking to someone new for the first time, but she seemed nice. Hmm…maybe now was a good time for his signature line.
The young tom nipped a few borage leaves off like he had seen Marigoldpaw do earlier, grabbing two leaves. They had a good haul going! Turning back to her, he dropped the leaves at her paws. ”Wanna be friends?” He asked earnestly, blinking slowly at the she-cat.
While he awaited an answer, he glanced back at Duskleaf. ”Should we go now?”
[ INVENTORY - 2 sticks, 2 borage ]
( @Whitestarliner - no worries!! I understand if you could just get them back to camp that would be great ^^ /gen | @Marigoldwhisper - *drops strange Riftpaw at u as an offering* /silly )
Duskleaf walked away a little bit as he spotted a patch of what looked to be borage. Remembering to take the leaves, he carefully tried to take them off without doing too much damage to the rest of the plant. Oh! He could even put some of them in his fur! It was full of leaves anyway, just makes it easier to carry them! Sticking a few of the leaves in his fur, it was the first time this weird leaf magnet power thing he had ever proved useful. Turning around, he spotted Riftpaw approaching with some sticks. "Ah yeah, like that!"
@Marigoldwhisper @korok (I just want to say I’m so sorry for basically wasting the extension. My motivation’s been really low recently and I might take a break from WCO for a while. Again, really sorry about the delay)
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\11 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Duskleaf was picking up more borage while Marigoldpaw had her mouth full of weird tasting leaves and a bunch of sticks. She met Riftpaw's icy gaze with her own, and she managed a smile despite the herbs in her mouth. So, she hadn't completely made a fool out of herself, and Riftpaw didn't seem to appalled at her less than funny joke. Maybe he was just being nice... She could appreciate that.
Oh! A compliment! If Marigoldpaw had smiled fully, the herbs would drop immediately, so she could only smile with the warmth in her eyes and the slight embarrassment that made her fur burn, but it was the good kind, like there was pride swelling up in her chest.
"Fwank yoof..." Wow. That's didn't sound like 'thank you' at all.
Since her jaws were full, it was kinda hard to talk, and she couldn't gather anymore herbs. So, she just waited a bit, settling into a sit and curling her tail around her paws. It felt nice. She didn't know Riftpaw well, but he seemed to be nice. Duskleaf was gathering as well, tending to himself, which was fine.
Two leaves settled at orange paws and Marigoldpaw blinking, looking down then up to meet the gaze of her clanmate. Yessss!! Only one conversation and she'd already gained a new friend!! There had to be a record for that, yes? Curled ears perked in interest and she would've smiled if she could manage one. Actually... After settling her herbs on the padded ground, Marigoldpaw was actually able to smile and mew a few words. "Uh, yes! I'd like that, very much." After she had spoken, she was quick to take her findings once more before turning her gaze to the patrol leader, her thoughts echoing Riftpaw's own question towards him.
[Inventory - 3 borage, 2 sticks]
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ROWANMANE Posts: 138 | Male Purrks: None
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He met WisteriaWrens glance for a moment, trying to keep the…’what the hell, please help me’ feeling out of his expression. Then back to RaccoonSun. He attempted his best attempt at giving her a welcoming smile…if a warm welcome looked pained, anxious, and forced, then RowanMane just about nailed it. Then WisteriaWren stepped forward, slightly ahead of him…why did he want to follow? He didn’t, but his paws…well, probably his heart as well, wished for him to remain close to one of the few cats he trusted. He kept his blue gaze on WisteriaWren as she spoke. She wasn’t looking towards him, thank StarClan she couldn’t catch him staring…perhaps admiring.
He had been in a trance…until she invited the younger to join them. No. No, no, no. He didn’t know quite why, but this felt…bad? No, he was simply being selfish with his own want of being with WisteriaWren on his own…and trying to avoid his daughter. “Yeah—uhm…feel free too…” he said awkwardly, simply for the sake of not being the silent, antisocial creeper.
Re: Sleepy Thicket
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