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"As the river flows I'll show you who swims like a true warrior!"
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BeachHeart of Riverclan (TOM)
22 moons old
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▁▂▃▅▆▇ The tom Had been Busy, yes very busy, His paws Leading him from his den to the clearing until he saw a Familiar face, His ears Perked up and he padded over with a Smile and tail held high "Raccoonkit- I mean- Paw- Oh dear, Its been a while hasn't it" he Stifled a Awkward laugh as he Looked at the now apprentice, wishing he had been there to become a mentor...it...it would have been nice to train raccoonpaw... ▇▆▅▃▂▁
Raccoonpaw ♦ He / Him ♦ Riverclan apprentice ♦ 7+ moons
Racc perked up, his eyes widening as Beachheart drifted into sight. He leaped to his paws, headbutting the warrior's chest affectionately "Beachheart!!! You're back!! what happened? I haven't seen you around camp at all- I- I thought you-" Sadness flickered in his eyes as his gaze fell to the ground "I thought you'd died too" He continued quietly, barely above a whisper.
By the entrance to the Nursery sat a young tortoiseshell cat. The snow was cold under her, and packing it down did little to make it comfortable. But the desire for fresh air and to be anywhere but her nest kept her put. She watched the bustle of the area with keen eyes, seemingly content to observe the goings on of the clan.
Applepaw sat alone thinking about everything and nothing at once.
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Sprucekit
|| she/her || 2 Moons ||
By the entrance to the Nursery sat a young tortoiseshell cat. The snow was cold under her, and packing it down did little to make it comfortable. But the desire for fresh air and to be anywhere but her nest kept her put. She watched the bustle of the area with keen eyes, seemingly content to observe the goings on of the clan.
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Hawthornekit
♡ He/him, 1 moon, RC menace ♡
The child has escaped his overbearing family and is ready to leave the dumb nursery, but as he is confidently swaggering out of the entrance he meets an obstacle he didn't expect to meet (he didn't see her as his chin was held too high-).
"Who are you?" He asks, regaining his super cool composure and tilting his head to the side slightly as he studies the kit.
She looks the same age as him... but that might be because he's very large for his age. Eh, doesn't really matter either way, if he's really curious he can always ask. Oh right, he has to look really intimidating and cool right now (psht, as if he doesn't already but he puffs out his chest and stands up to his full height just in case).
The child has escaped his overbearing family and is ready to leave the dumb nursery, but as he is confidently swaggering out of the entrance he meets an obstacle he didn't expect to meet (he didn't see her as his chin was held too high-).
"Who are you?" He asks, regaining his super cool composure and tilting his head to the side slightly as he studies the kit.
She looks the same age as him... but that might be because he's very large for his age. Eh, doesn't really matter either way, if he's really curious he can always ask. Oh right, he has to look really intimidating and cool right now (psht, as if he doesn't already but he puffs out his chest and stands up to his full height just in case).
Sprucekit
|| she/her || 2 Moons ||
The sudden voice nearly caused her to jumped out of her own fur. Sprucekit's attention snapped to the younger kit- though his similar size made it hard to tell. It took a moment for the surprise to wear off, allowing her to process what he said. "Sprucekit. It's nice to meet you..."
Internally, she chided herself for not knowing this kit's name. They shared a sleeping area, for Starclan's sake! The fact that he did not know her kept Sprucekit's thoughts from spiraling. Green eyes looked him over as she sat down once more. Her head canted as she watched him. Why was he moving like that?
"Are you okay?" she asked, confusion turning into a hint of concern.
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Sprucekit
|| she/her || 2 Moons ||
The sudden voice nearly caused her to jumped out of her own fur. Sprucekit's attention snapped to the younger kit- though his similar size made it hard to tell. It took a moment for the surprise to wear off, allowing her to process what he said. "Sprucekit. It's nice to meet you..."
Internally, she chided herself for not knowing this kit's name. They shared a sleeping area, for Starclan's sake! The fact that he did not know her kept Sprucekit's thoughts from spiraling. Green eyes looked him over as she sat down once more. Her head canted as she watched him. Why was he moving like that?
"Are you okay?" she asked, confusion turning into a hint of concern.
Hawthornekit
He/him, 1 moon, RC menace
Hic gives her a strange look, of course he's okay! Never better! What kinda question is that? This Sprucekit is... well he doesn't quite know the word.
"Yeah...? Why?" He says, raising an eyebrow at the she.
Eh, maybe girls are just weird. That must be it. The curly-tailed kit shoots her an 'it's okay if you're weird, if you hang out with me it'll be fine' grin.
Raccoonpaw ♦ He / Him ♦ Riverclan apprentice ♦ 7+ moons
Racc perked up, his eyes widening as Beachheart drifted into sight. He leaped to his paws, headbutting the warrior's chest affectionately "Beachheart!!! You're back!! what happened? I haven't seen you around camp at all- I- I thought you-" Sadness flickered in his eyes as his gaze fell to the ground "I thought you'd died too" He continued quietly, barely above a whisper.
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"As the river flows I'll show you who swims like a true warrior!"
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BeachHeart of Riverclan (TOM)
22 moons old
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▁▂▃▅▆▇ his face falls before he tries to sound reassuring "hey- I'm good, I'm here, just got...a little lost, went hunting and had to dodge a few...problems but I'm here" he pads over to nuzzle raccoonpaws should as a reassuring thing. "you okay- i've missed out on a lot...maybe you can help me catch up hm?" ▇▆▅▃▂▁
Hic gives her a strange look, of course he's okay! Never better! What kinda question is that? This Sprucekit is... well he doesn't quite know the word.
"Yeah...? Why?" He says, raising an eyebrow at the she.
Eh, maybe girls are just weird. That must be it. The curly-tailed kit shoots her an 'it's okay if you're weird, if you hang out with me it'll be fine' grin.
Sprucekit
|| She/her || 2 Moons ||
Sprucekit blinked, watching Hic for several moments in silence. It's certainly awkward. Her eyes widen as she came to a realization- he must be pretending to be like the great warriors! This had to be the reason. Rather poorly, she thought, as they never moved like that. He had more cat watching to do. They didn't even move like that in the stories.
"You looked a little..." she trailed off for a moment, trying to find the right word. "like you stepped on something? Not anymore though!"
She curled her tail around her paws, a faint cloud forming by her nose as she exhaled. Yes, that was an inoffensive response. "Are you here to catwatch too? I could pat down some of the snow for you. If you'd like."
Snapjaw looks like her head is full of cloud-mist and duck feathers right now, which makes her a suitable target for an attempted headbutt to the shoulder.
"Hi Snapjaw." She's determined not to let whatever bridge there might've been between them burn all because of the Troutstream thing, hence why she bothered approaching an older cat looking lost in their own head at all. Usually Salamanderpaw would let that remain their problem, but today she felt like sinking her paws into it. This is starting to become something of a strange habit, this business of shoving her nose into the matters of whoever's looking the most off in the clearing at any given time.