Snapjaw ♠ She / Her ♠ Riverclan warrior ♠ 27+ Moons
Snapjaw padded into camp, dropping a couple of fish and a crow onto the pile. She sighed softly, as she grabbed herself a small carp from the pile. She looked around, noting Frostbite.
She padded over, giving a nod in greeting before settling down, setting her carp at her paws "Hello Frostbite, how have you been?" She asked, she was never really good at small talk, or talking in general. She took a bite as she waited for her response.
Frostbite watched as Snapjaw padded into camp and set the prey she caught in the pile. Looking away, she looked back down at her crab and took a bite but then looked back up when Snapjaw sat beside her and started to talk. Chewing and swallowing her food, she finally spoke. “I’m quite good. How about you?” she smiled. “Good hunting today?” Frostbite knew that hunting was gonna soon be harder with the cold weather moving in.
Wildfoxglove walked out of the Nursery and into the Clearing. She yawned loudly as the sunlight hit her face. Wildfoxglove slowly blinked for a few seconds before walking around.
Her ears pricked at the mention of a swim, and she hesitated for a moment before giving a small nod. Maybe she was a little afraid of the water now, but Brokenstream was right, Sorrelstripe was a Riverclan cat through and through. Swimming should definitely remind her of who she is again, and should at least, hopefully, prove that she hasn't changed after the injury and that she was still a wonderful swimmer. "That would be great," She purred.
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"Great!" He mewed happily as he began bounding towards the river. "Let's go now."
Brokenstream skidded to a halt by the river's edge, glancing over his shoulder back at Sorrelsplash. "Wanna race to the other side?"
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Sunrisepaw sat. Paws on the ground, picking up the vibrations of moving cats. She felt relaxed. Even if your deaf, some of your other senses become better. [OPEN]
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stonepaw, she/her, 7 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
Stonepaw sat in the Riverclan clearing with one paw folded under her, the other resting on the fish she was currently tearing into. Though it was a common food for cats to dislike, especially those outside of Riverclan, Stonepaw never minded their strong smell or metallic taste. If anything made her a true Riverclan cat, that was probably it. Stonepaw liked any and all food, really- whether that was berries, meat or fish. At least she had a healthy diet, whenever she could stomach it.
Without much else to do, Stonepaw's mind drifted to the topic of her apprenticeship. She had her ceremony a bit later than the rest of the kits, but she was finally a 'paw with her very own mentor, Adderstrike. Stonepaw hadn't been out training yet, or even left Riverclan camp, but just the thought of being an apprentice filled her with a little spark of warmth. Even thinking about picking ticks off the elders didn't dampen her excitement. It wasn't very visible on her face, no, but she was happy nonetheless.
And now that she was moving into the apprentice's den, maybe Stonepaw could even make some... well. The word was really too embarassing to use in her internal monologue, and she felt like even thinking about it would get her hopes up too much. She wasn't desperate or anything, she just... wanted someone to spend time with. Stonepaw had never really played with the other kits, or even talked to them for part of her life, too tired to move from her nest for hours on end. She held no resentment to the cats she grew up with, it was really her fault for not putting herself out there. She just felt like she couldn't.
Stonepaw's quickly glooming mood was expressed by a slight flattening of her ears. Thinking so hard wouldn't help anything... though, thinking hard was most of what she did with her freetime. She tried taking a bite of her fish again, but this time seeming a little down about it.
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CURLYKIT sat silently, staring off at her reflection in the gentle current of the small, clear stream that ran through the clearing. To most cats, it appeared as if the young she-kit was bored. However, Curlykit was known amongst her peers for her dreamy demeanor.
I'Dlike to collect some sparkly shells to decorate my nest for when I eventually move into the apprentice's den, Curlykit thought. Then she blinked, a new thought coming to her. Actually, what will the apprentice den be like? Will it be cold sleeping in a nest by myself? The blue she-kit ran the thought through her mind, her ear twitching in contemplation. Then, a new, worse thought popped into her head. What if no mentor wants to have me as an apprentice? What if my reputation from two moons ago stuck? Curlykit shuddered, remembering the incident in question: she had gotten stuck in a hole in the dirt-place while attempting to sneak out, and nobody discovered her until the morning. It was humiliating, and it smelled so bad! Curlykit lowered her head and touched her nose to the stream, the cold temperature shocking her system and dispelling the thoughts from her head.
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| MothClaw |
| 19 moons | chestnut colored with darker splothes near base of tail, long furred tail | | may your road lead you to warm sands |
Mothclaw was padding into camp with a scrappy looking gull in her jaws, a wing dangling limply. As the she-cat made her way through the clearing she noticed CurlyKit, the small feline looking lonesome.
Mothclaw being Mothclaw, she put the gull into the fresh-kill pile and ambled over, sitting next to the kit.