RiverClan Clearing - Page 2549

**Cloverspring** · #**25481** Yesterday, 12:42 AM

A part of the clear, small stream running through Riverclan's clearing grew dark for a moment, obscured by a paw carefully guiding itself over it. Three more paws followed, landing in the soft sand on the other side and carrying over the shadow with them. As the darkness moved away the sunlight was once again allowed to shine upon the water, letting the stream glisten, and sparkle. A beautiful daily reminder of Riverclan's most irreplaceable treasure.

The shadow continued under the blue-gray tom as he wandered around the camp, observing the chatting of others and the activities of his clan. He had already checked on the elders den, the medicine cat's den, and the nursery. The kits were always happy and so full of energy, willing to play with anyone. Though the Queens always kept them away from Songwave, assuming that he was not fond of kits. He'd never correct them though, they were only doing what they believed was best for their kits. And how could he tell them otherwise?

They were the tom's clanmates, they'd seen him in battle. He was logical and seemingly unconflicted with his friendships to other clans, for the sole loyalty of Riverclan. They wanted to teach their kits precious values, like empathy and kindness, of which they believed the warrior had none. Trusted to protect their kits, but not to raise them. Relied upon to defend his clanmates, but not to enjoy past times with them. That was just Songwave's role. His identity. There was no pain or guilt in remaining that way, as none his clanmates would get hurt, or killed, for his sake.

A twig brushed against the tom's white cheek, pulling him out of his mind and back into the camp clearing. Songwave remembered the warmth of the sand and let it travel up his paw pads, his ears swivelling around to hear the camp chatter again as his eyes gathered in his surroundings. The warriors den. Just where he wanted to be.

The tom poked his head through lichen to make sure everyone was where they were last time he checked, before pulling his head back out. As he dreaded, it was peaceful for now. Songwave gave himself a lick on the chest before looking towards the entrance.

'Perhaps I should go for a hunt? Better to make use of myself than sit around.' He thought to himself.

( @anika )

**anika** · #**25482** Yesterday, 08:04 AM

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Lavenderleopard ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
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Killer Aptitude Tier 1
Flock Together Tier 2
Well Insulated
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Lavenderleopard had been emerging from the warriors den after a peaceful nap and bumped into Songwave. Pale blue hues widening, she helped the tom up whenever he had fallen. ´´I´m so sorry!´´ The warrior apologized, repeating herself so that he knew she meant it. ´´I am so, so sorry, Songwave. I didn´t mean to bump into you.´´ The she-cat´s shoulder had scarred after the otter fight, a cat would notice.

[ @Cloverspring ]

**Raids** · #**25483** Yesterday, 10:18 PM

Sorrelstreams ear twitched as she thought about the former outsider. "You're right, she doesn't seem very much like an outsider. I had completely forgotten she had been an outsider." She hadn't ever talked to her so she quite frankly wouldn't know how she had seemed, but from what she had at least viewed. She wondered, briefly, if she would ever be allowed to apprentice, since she was now half blind perhaps not. She had only just been allowed back to her duties and didn't actually even know if she could preform them correctly. She left out a very soft sigh and then brought her attention back to Brokenstream.

"That's true, but it must be such an honor. It sounds stressful, so it's a good thing you like it." She trailed off, frowning ever so softly as she finished. She had no idea what to say now.

**korok** · #**25484** Yesterday, 10:28 PM

-‘๑’- RIFTPAW | 8 MOONS | HE/HIM -‘๑’-
split half solid black, half brown tabby with icy blue eyes
header by @/dino.

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Stiffening as Rainpaw leaned in closer to him, the young tom watched her cautiously out of the corner of his eye. Ah, she was just cleaning his fur too. He should be grateful. At least, that's what he thinks Ravenpaw would tell him. Why was that crazy she-cat always pushing him to hang out with Rainpaw anyways? They clearly didn't get along...Well, that couldn't actually be true because, for a moment, Riftpaw allowed his eyes to fall half-lidded with the gentle, rhythmic lull of Rainpaw's grooming. Of course, this would be short-lived.

Stifling the disappointment (?) he felt as Rainpaw pulled away, he nodded at her. "Thanks." He mewed awkwardly, clearing his throat. Why was he disappointed? He thought Rainpaw was weird. At least in the sense that she made him feel weird- and what he did know is that he didn't like it. Not one bit...Maybe? No. Feelings now confuddled, the half and half apprentice shot up from his spot, wrapping his tail tightly around his paws as he looked away from his denmate. However, his head quickly whipped back around to stare at her, confused. "I didn't roll in a pile of leaves." StarClan, where was Ravenpaw when he needed her. He was getting way too flustered to deal with this much longer. But Ravenpaw is mischevious...should he be worried?

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**korok** · #**25485** Yesterday, 10:31 PM

header & divider by @/Marigoldwhisper

"Say, would you like to join me for a swim in the river?"

The tom asked kindly, giving a friendly blink to the she-cat. He didn't want her to doubt her hunting ability, so he avoided asking to go for a hunt. "I think feeling the water again will remind you that no matter the injury, you're still just as much of a RiverClan cat as the rest of us." Brokenstream mewed, nudging Sorrelsplash's shoulder gently with his own.

**Haloeck** · #**25486** Today, 01:36 AM

Fawnkit

Now, he wasn’t saying he was bored, but… he was bored. Seriously, there wasn’t much to do about anything when you were stuck in camp. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to just skip the next moon and be a ‘paw already. Unfortunately, that was not how life worked, and he had to be patient and wait just like everybody else. He could wait, even if he was a bit impatient for it.

The light brown tom was laying on his back, staring at the sky and thinking. It wasn’t too much of an eventful day for him. Just an ordinary day, with ordinary cats, in an ordinary camp. He hated being stuck in there, but he was trying his best not to give into any urges and sneak out.

Suddenly, a cool-looking bird crossed the sky with a dazzling swoop of its wings, gone as soon as it had appeared. Left in awe, he stared at the now empty space in the sky the bird had been, only to be distracted by one of its feathers falling onto his nose. Cool! He could use it for something later, whatever that may be.

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