He had been sitting rather contently in the clearing, not looking as dejected as he had in the recent days. Maybe things were getting better? Maybe. Well, that when he saw a familiar (crying) apprentice…StarryPaw, wasn’t it? He remembered the horrid day when ElderKit was taken, then his mate returned…she found ElderKits body…she was shaken too. Sympathy immediately met the toms gaze as he carefully padded over. “How ‘bout ya two give ‘er some space?” he didn’t mean it in a harsh way, though he have a warning glance to SalamanderPaw, whom came off…harsh.
Right after the order was given he immediately went to focus on StarryPaw. “Starrypaw, hun, is there anythin’ I can do for ya? Would food er’ water help? Maybe a walk?” He offered, as he wouldn’t mind stretching his legs himself, and quite honestly a silent presence was nice in his experience. And, of course, he wouldn’t force the apprentice to do or to not do anything.
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Whatever Starrypaw's issue is, she's too distraught to talk about it. Salamanderpaw sucks her teeth impatiently. Whatever—Starrypaw probably really needs this cry, so Salamanderpaw's not going to try and wrench the answers out of her. Fogmask's guess might be the right one. Salamanderpaw doesn't know what to say to Starrypaw about it, though. Everything's going to be okay? Why would Starrypaw believe that? If Salamanderpaw lost her sibling, nothing would ever be okay for her again no matter how much time passed.
"Go ahead and cry then. Just remember to breathe while you're at it." She still sounds no more supportive than she did earlier, but the older apprentice is sticking around to sweep snow back and away from where Starrypaw's collapsed. Maybe she doesn't care about freezing right now, but staying in the snow too long like that wouldn't be good for her. She doesn't need to be miserable and snow-stung.
Then Rowanmane's there too and—oh—he's giving her the you're saying something wrong look, which means she really did sound bad just then. Salamanderpaw's embarrassed enough that she stays put and almost starts to argue—I'm just asking! I'm trying to help! I can be worried about cats, too!—but that'd really make things worse. So, even while she's started bristling up in frustration, she complies by inching back a bit and shaking her snow-clumped forepaws off.
She doesn't leave altogether though. At the very least she wants to hear what all Rowanmane says. Maybe if she starts copying that kind of stuff, cats will stop giving her the you're saying something wrong look.
Mudhaze swatted an ice pebble across the clearing and turned onto his back with a groan. No one did anything! Or wanted to do anything! Except for MOPE, which had somehow turned into RiverClan's SPECIALTY. Mudhaze scowled and smacked another shard of ice away from his feet.
The gray molly had just returned to her home after going missing, and sadly Wrennie was nowhere in sight. boo. and MISTY of all cats!! Mistyshard!!! Lilacpaw was moping outside the apprentice's den.
AND A SHARD OF ICE HIT HER!!!
"OUCH!!!" she squealed, blue eyes blazing with fury as she looked around. her eyes landed on a warrior, who was more or less her age. "YOU!" she growled, dashing over.
"HOW DARE YOU KICK THAT OVER TO ME! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW ROUGH I'VE HAD IT MISTER...MISTER... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS!" the molly hissed, noticing that her fur was spiking up. UGH! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MY FUR IS SPIKING UP!" she whined, tilting her head to the sky.
the apprentice muttered under her breath as she sat down, grooming her fur neatly down as it was. Her blue eyes narrowed as she opened her maw. "Now just who do you think you are mister?"
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Bitterhive colossal, long-furred dark smoke braided tabby with deep golden-yellow eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | rc warrior | 56 moons
This clan has been in shambles for far too long. Not so far away, the dark-furred tabby had been observing the entrance leading out to the territory. The cold hasn't been much of a bother lately, as it normally isn’t for her with her thickened coat. Golden-yellow eyes silently observed the snow-covered territory beyond the trees that marked the entrance of camp, her thorn-sharp claws clicking against the cold sand settled beneath herself. It was hard to tell how she was feeling, every emotion that came in a curveball always remained contained within her system. The most that the warrior had been thinking about was every fickle mess that endured during the last couple of moons; Stormstar’s death, Fadingsun’s disappearance, the otters, a whole lot that the colossal feline could bring to mind. Brows narrowed as she casted a glance towards the prey pile, the pile frustratingly lacking prey that hadn’t been stored in days. How peculiar. A tufted ear twitched irritability as she contemplated her next move. Perhaps she would try to gather up a couple of cats to go gather some prey for the clan. It was needed, and she held little patience for idleness or a significant lack of effort. Cats needed to start opening their eyes and see that real change needed to start. Every leader in the past stated they would help, but after hearing false promises over and over, her patience for each leader was running thin.
Stormstar had shown promise, but she only lasted so little before the stars decided to take her away. Ivory claws slipped and dug into the coarse soil, gouging it. She had shown more promise than all the other leaders had before, and just like the other leaders, she was snatched away by either natural casualties or failure to be of what RiverClan truly needs before vanishing from the face of camp. It was dishonorable, and disappointing at best. Bitterhive’s long tail swished across the sandy floor of the clearing, disturbing the sediments and making them rise into the air. The pale clouds settled onto the long fur on her striped tail, and the repeated motion caked dirt onto its pale underside, but she didn't pay it any mind. She held her ambitions, but she never truly wanted to expose them. Every secret she withstood she liked to keep from her nosy clan-mates. Barely anyone was worthy of such trust nowadays, and with how much exiles there had been before Stormstar’s demise, her trust in others decreased drastically before then. The sharp crack of ice striking against someone’s side made her torn ear twitch, the large feline glancing over towards the duo of felines that caught her attention. Piercing golden-yellow orbs watched as the recently returned Lilacpaw began to mope about a shard of ice hitting her and began pinning blame on Mudhaze.
Figures. The large feline quietly observed for a few moments, not waiting for any unneeded chaos to occur and resigned herself to rising to her paws, trudging her way over. Arguments were normal, and any disagreements could easily get solved, but they still made the fur on Bitterhive’s shoulders twitch and her teeth grit behind closed lips. Why? Because they were unnecessary, and sometimes, most of the peculiar arguments are over the pettiest things. Completely ignorant to Lilacpaw’s complaints about her messed up coat, she craned her gaze towards Mudhaze as both of her ears twitched in contemplation, pupils narrowing to slits. “If you’re bored, Mudhaze, I suggest you find a way to make yourself useful,” she asserted, ignoring the bluntness in her tone as her long tail swished from side to side. “Throwing ice around won’t change the state of things, and it certainly won’t fix them.” She paused, momentarily glancing towards the empty prey pile. “You both can be useful if prey is brought back to the clan. The prey pile is empty, and we’d be a lot of assistance instead of bringing unnecessary chaos to the already pageant fire.” A logical part of her brain doubted either of them would listen to her, but given how long Lilacpaw has been gone, this would be useful for her in training if she had any.
@dino. @Beaan (hope y’all don’t mind owo. btw, ignore how messy this is. first time writing this character ;w; )
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The gray molly had just returned to her home after going missing, and sadly Wrennie was nowhere in sight. boo. and MISTY of all cats!! Mistyshard!!! Lilacpaw was moping outside the apprentice's den.
AND A SHARD OF ICE HIT HER!!!
"OUCH!!!" she squealed, blue eyes blazing with fury as she looked around. her eyes landed on a warrior, who was more or less her age. "YOU!" she growled, dashing over.
"HOW DARE YOU KICK THAT OVER TO ME! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW ROUGH I'VE HAD IT MISTER...MISTER... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS!" the molly hissed, noticing that her fur was spiking up. UGH! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MY FUR IS SPIKING UP!" she whined, tilting her head to the sky.
the apprentice muttered under her breath as she sat down, grooming her fur neatly down as it was. Her blue eyes narrowed as she opened her maw. "Now just who do you think you are mister?"
Bitterhive colossal, long-furred dark smoke braided tabby with deep golden-yellow eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | rc warrior | 56 moons
This clan has been in shambles for far too long. Not so far away, the dark-furred tabby had been observing the entrance leading out to the territory. The cold hasn't been much of a bother lately, as it normally isn’t for her with her thickened coat. Golden-yellow eyes silently observed the snow-covered territory beyond the trees that marked the entrance of camp, her thorn-sharp claws clicking against the cold sand settled beneath herself. It was hard to tell how she was feeling, every emotion that came in a curveball always remained contained within her system. The most that the warrior had been thinking about was every fickle mess that endured during the last couple of moons; Stormstar’s death, Fadingsun’s disappearance, the otters, a whole lot that the colossal feline could bring to mind. Brows narrowed as she casted a glance towards the prey pile, the pile frustratingly lacking prey that hadn’t been stored in days. How peculiar. A tufted ear twitched irritability as she contemplated her next move. Perhaps she would try to gather up a couple of cats to go gather some prey for the clan. It was needed, and she held little patience for idleness or a significant lack of effort. Cats needed to start opening their eyes and see that real change needed to start. Every leader in the past stated they would help, but after hearing false promises over and over, her patience for each leader was running thin.
Stormstar had shown promise, but she only lasted so little before the stars decided to take her away. Ivory claws slipped and dug into the coarse soil, gouging it. She had shown more promise than all the other leaders had before, and just like the other leaders, she was snatched away by either natural casualties or failure to be of what RiverClan truly needs before vanishing from the face of camp. It was dishonorable, and disappointing at best. Bitterhive’s long tail swished across the sandy floor of the clearing, disturbing the sediments and making them rise into the air. The pale clouds settled onto the long fur on her striped tail, and the repeated motion caked dirt onto its pale underside, but she didn't pay it any mind. She held her ambitions, but she never truly wanted to expose them. Every secret she withstood she liked to keep from her nosy clan-mates. Barely anyone was worthy of such trust nowadays, and with how much exiles there had been before Stormstar’s demise, her trust in others decreased drastically before then. The sharp crack of ice striking against someone’s side made her torn ear twitch, the large feline glancing over towards the duo of felines that caught her attention. Piercing golden-yellow orbs watched as the recently returned Lilacpaw began to mope about a shard of ice hitting her and began pinning blame on Mudhaze.
Figures. The large feline quietly observed for a few moments, not waiting for any unneeded chaos to occur and resigned herself to rising to her paws, trudging her way over. Arguments were normal, and any disagreements could easily get solved, but they still made the fur on Bitterhive’s shoulders twitch and her teeth grit behind closed lips. Why? Because they were unnecessary, and sometimes, most of the peculiar arguments are over the pettiest things. Completely ignorant to Lilacpaw’s complaints about her messed up coat, she craned her gaze towards Mudhaze as both of her ears twitched in contemplation, pupils narrowing to slits. “If you’re bored, Mudhaze, I suggest you find a way to make yourself useful,” she asserted, ignoring the bluntness in her tone as her long tail swished from side to side. “Throwing ice around won’t change the state of things, and it certainly won’t fix them.” She paused, momentarily glancing towards the empty prey pile. “You both can be useful if prey is brought back to the clan. The prey pile is empty, and we’d be a lot of assistance instead of bringing unnecessary chaos to the already pageant fire.” A logical part of her brain doubted either of them would listen to her, but given how long Lilacpaw has been gone, this would be useful for her in training if she had any.
@dino. @Beaan (hope y’all don’t mind owo. btw, ignore how messy this is. first time writing this character ;w; )
Wooowwww, WOOOWWWWW, what a pair of hard-asses! Mudhaze rolled over onto his stomach to scowl at both she-cats. The younger one was vaguely unfamiliar to him, but he knew the old bat and he knew she was a DOWNER. Fixing time!!
"Both of you are SOOOOO BORING!" He shuffled to his paws, pretending to look down-trodden, and then suddenly whacked snow and ice in their directions. Fifty points if he hit both! "You get ice and snow! You get ice and snow! Everybody gets ice and snow!"
He's gone. Once again, her Fishfreckle is gone. It's been... days... weeks, even, since she last saw him. Her days have been spent in the nursery with her kits, hoping that maybe their father might visit them. Where had he even gone? Larkwing can only hope he's still alive out there. She has very little trust and faith in the stars, they have done nothing for her and she knows that is not where her ultimate fate lies, but she hopes, should the very worst have happened, that they are being gentle with him. He deserves that. She could have given him that. But he's gone. All she has left are Fernkit, Houndkit and Faithkit. They're all she has left.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath for a count of one... two... three... and then opens them again. Push it down. Don't feel it. Put on a brave face.
Larkwing turns and slips back into the nursery, sorrow giving way at the edges to anger.
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