stonepaw, she/her, 7 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
55/100
Hmm. Deerspark looked... a little unwell. Stonepaw felt worried for him, but didn't bring herself to point it out- that might just make him feel embarrassed. She gave Deerspark a polite, little head nod. Her way of letting him know she didn't mind the wait.
The trip to Saltmeadow Marsh didn't have much talking or patrolling (or was this patrolling?), but Stonepaw was still enjoying herself. The air was cool and fresh, and slightly too chilly for comfort, but she was trying to not let it get to her. After moons of training in the cold, Stonepaw had become more used to it- sort of. Barely. But she was trying.
Oh, Stonepaw would be pairing up with Deerspark. ...Not like that was a bad thing, but he didn't seem that... Alert. And this was Stonepaw's first patrol. Would they be fine doing it together? Salamanderpaw's comment about one of them passing out wasn't too far off from her real worries. Stonepaw was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a stranger's voice, and a familiar one growling. Primroseadder? What was she doing here? And who was that?
Stonepaw hurried over to Salamanderpaw, who was now talking about gutting the strange cat. She didn't seem hurt or anything, (Stonepaw was first concerned she'd been attacked,) just on edge. Stonepaw was too, but to a lesser extent- she had never met a cat who wasn't from a clan before, and the way he talked and smelled and... well, everything, was very off-putting to her.
Primroseadder seemed to be handling the situation, which made Stonepaw feel minutely more calm, before Deerspark demanded that he be killed. In a very serious sounding way. Stonepaw's eyes went wide- would they be watching a cat be killed? Right now? Wasn't that drastic?
She didn't know what to say to the warriors, and felt too alarmed to speak for the moment, so Stonepaw just looked at Salamanderpaw in a way that hopefully conveyed her confusion and reluctance to "gut him." Was this how patrols usually went?
The next string of events were one Sunsetgleam was not expecting: An outsider. On the premise and hunting Riverclan's prey. When Primroseadder brought attention to it (yea, she seems to have gotten a bit better since her arguement with Almondchatter) their ears immediately perked up and eyes followed where the commotion was coming from. The rest of the patrol seems to have taken notice as well. Oh boy.
First. Salamanderpaw. The apprentice seems to have taken no hesitation to tell Primroseadder to gut the rogue. He had stolen Riverclan's prey when the clan needed it's resources the most. That by itself could get more than just some cats irked up, and it certainly did their patrolmates. Okay, Starclan, this patrol escalated too quickly for their liking. Sunsetgleam could tell that the apprentice just wants that outsider to suffer the consequences of stealing Riverclan's resources. They needed to see whether this cat was a danger to Riverclan or not and..well..if he tresspasde and stole prey without even regretting his actions..or even realizing them then..he probably was in a way
Second. Deerspark. Who wasn't hesitant to say 'kill him' either. Neither Salamanderpaw or Deerspark seem to be in a mood to spare the outsider. The sudden shout from the sleepy warrior had managed to surprise them as they didn't exactly been expecting it. But it brought to conclusion that a good portion of the cats there wanted the outsider immediately killed
Third. Stonepaw. The youngest patrol member seems less happy about possibly murdering the outsider. Okay, that..actually made sense for the timid she-cat. Not that Sunsetgleam can blame her. They're not really looking forward to a possible execution either. They felt bad for her. The warrior tried to give a reassuring glance at Stonepaw if the she-cat happened to look their way "I'm sure it'll be alright, Stonepaw" they quietly mewed to the apprentice before looking at the problem at hand
Forth....the outsider himself. Slushy, apparently. Primroseadder seems to be handling it already and was just waiting for the outsider to leave for good. "This is serious, Slushy. Just like what the other cat said; you should leave. It'd be better for both you and us" they added a few words to Primroseadder's, hopong the outsider would just leave without causing even more problems for the clan; Riverclan has gone through a lot already and they doubt Primroseadder would be giving out more chances
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Slushy (Soul) Of the Rouges
"I always wanted a friend"
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the former kittypet looked on, and began to realize then and there he wasn't wanted "O...oh...sorry" he lowers his head in a respectful bow "I'm sorry...oh so very sorry...i'll make sure next time I pass by not to hunt here!" he tries to smile, tail gently swaying, he looks on to the other side of the border, deciding its best to go back to his own home. "goodbye, thank you for teaching me this" he smiles more "i'll be sure to not do this on- uhm...other wild cat territory's!" he turns away, preparing to leave, he then turned again and pushed the fish to them "here, I'm sorry for taking this...it wasn't mine to begin with...I hope you have plenty more for your home!" he then turned foreal and began to trot out of the territory. he learned something new today, ask before hunting and don't hunt on wild cat territory...fair enough, they had a lotttt of wild kittens to feed.
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Primroseadder
---> RiverClan Warrior
---> She / Her ; 19 Moons
---> a thick-furred, mottled, dark-cream-and-white she-cat w/ green eyes
---> Ultimate Predator [Inactive], Go with the Flow [Inactive], Shadow Fiend [Active]
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Primroseadder wrinkled her nose in disgust because the rogue left the half-eaten fish. She was tempted to throw it at him---RiverClan wouldn't accept it, but clearly thought better of it when she dug a small hole and used a stick to push the fish into. When she had, she scraped the earth she had dug up back onto the crowfood. The warrior then turned to her Clanmates.
''At least he had the common sense to leave,'' She meowed quietly, her tail swaying behind her. ''That's more than we can say about most rogues and loners.'' Primroseadder narrowed her eyes. ''I'd ask to join ya, but I need to go and report this to Owlstar. I'll see you all back at camp.''
With her words said, the she-cat slipped into the shadows and took off in the direction of the RiverClan camp.
Sootstorm is a ShadowClan Warrior. If she is needed, feel free to mention me!
Sootstorm is open to teaching apprentices ambush training! ShadowClan Apprentice Training
You're a wildcat? Salamanderpaw snorts derisively as Slushy chatters on at Primroseadder. A former kittypet...she has to bite back the urge to snap at him to go back to his housefolk. Mean or not, it'd probably be for the best if the clueless little weirdo had something else providing for him...but as baleful as she is by nature, she doesn't have it in her to encourage that. Cats should be wild, shouldn't they? If the alternative is turning into something as clueless as that? Tch. A ruined cat—that's what this stranger is, in her eyes. Salamanderpaw's relieved that Prinroseadder keeps her replies curt, doesn't seem very interested in entertaining the interloper. There's simply no time for this sort of game.
Kill. Him. Salamanderpaw barks out a wicked laugh, eyes flashing with approval as Deerspark calls for the stranger's blood, too. "Yeeeah, tell her, Deerspark!" She chortles. One part incensed, one part oddly gleeful. This is her first time dealing with this kind of situation, after all—or rather, watching it be deat with firsthand. Valuable stuff either way. While she's furious, it also feels nice to outnumber the outsider, to view him as a problem they're enduring together. Fun. It's fun. That's why, when Stonepaw skitters closer with that confused look, Salamanderpaw flashes her a broad and pointy grin. This is warrior stuff! They're doing real warrior stuff!!
The cobby calico nudges her bottlebrush tail against Stonepaw's flank before shimmying in place up on her toes. "You'll look scarier if you get big." She coaxes in a quiet whisper, advising Stonepaw to bush up the way she has. They may not need to fight, since Slushy seems to get it through his silly little head pretty quickly that he's not wanted here (and then promptly dip, leaving a half-eaten fish as his parting gift...yuck), but they can at least do their part to look intimidating. Stars willing, the poor fool will never find himself by their riverside ever again.
She deflates once the tabby stranger takes care of himself. "Bye, Primroseadder!" Salamanderpaw calls out and then, in a quick aside to her patrolmates: "So does she like...often show up outta nowhere at borders, or..."
No matter. There's still a chore to be done. That's what counts. Salamanderpaw hopes Primroseadder's report includes how cool and valiant they all were...and then she locks back in.
"I've got dibs on Stonepaw!! If she starts dying again like she did at the Gathering then I wanna see if I can carry her, okay?" It sounds like it mught be a helpful offer, but Salamanderpaw's mostly worried about her own strength. She'd always assumed that she's strong just because of how she's shaped, but a recent experience in battle training has her second-guessing all of that...so an opportunity to train by hoisting around someone else's dead weight seems too good to pass up on. She shoots the younger apprentice a knowing, eager look before fixing her attention back on the marsh.
"Okay, I know all about this stuff because Willowtail told me. She might be tiny and super crazy pregnant but she's kind of smart, too. We should mark the border but we can't mark it too much or else that looks petty and that matters 'cause we have to care about what other clans think 'cause they hate us 'cause we earned it a little bit. But mostly it's because they suck and we rule too hard for their comprehension." She's...steadily gaining a proper understanding of the recent political climate and all of the nuance therein, honest, it's just that that Fantasy Cat Nationalism dies hard like any old habit.
Salamanderpaw marches herself up to the nearest bit of brush and delicately swipes her cheeks, one-two. "I'm all done! Someone else do some and I'm gonna sit and try to figure out if those noises are us-noises or someone-else-noises. And also sit and make sure Stonepaw doesn't keel over....Sunsetgleam I guess you've got Deerspark." Because he looks every bit as droopy as Salamanderpaw's denmate does, and she doubts she can carry him—though one day she'd like to try, as thanks for the time he carried Seapaw (then Shellkit...oh, how the time flies.)
Salamanderpaw plops down and fixes a hard look yonder at Shadowclan's side.
You're a wildcat? Salamanderpaw snorts derisively as Slushy chatters on at Primroseadder. A former kittypet...she has to bite back the urge to snap at him to go back to his housefolk. Mean or not, it'd probably be for the best if the clueless little weirdo had something else providing for him...but as baleful as she is by nature, she doesn't have it in her to encourage that. Cats should be wild, shouldn't they? If the alternative is turning into something as clueless as that? Tch. A ruined cat—that's what this stranger is, in her eyes. Salamanderpaw's relieved that Prinroseadder keeps her replies curt, doesn't seem very interested in entertaining the interloper. There's simply no time for this sort of game.
Kill. Him. Salamanderpaw barks out a wicked laugh, eyes flashing with approval as Deerspark calls for the stranger's blood, too. "Yeeeah, tell her, Deerspark!" She chortles. One part incensed, one part oddly gleeful. This is her first time dealing with this kind of situation, after all—or rather, watching it be deat with firsthand. Valuable stuff either way. While she's furious, it also feels nice to outnumber the outsider, to view him as a problem they're enduring together. Fun. It's fun. That's why, when Stonepaw skitters closer with that confused look, Salamanderpaw flashes her a broad and pointy grin. This is warrior stuff! They're doing real warrior stuff!!
The cobby calico nudges her bottlebrush tail against Stonepaw's flank before shimmying in place up on her toes. "You'll look scarier if you get big." She coaxes in a quiet whisper, advising Stonepaw to bush up the way she has. They may not need to fight, since Slushy seems to get it through his silly little head pretty quickly that he's not wanted here (and then promptly dip, leaving a half-eaten fish as his parting gift...yuck), but they can at least do their part to look intimidating. Stars willing, the poor fool will never find himself by their riverside ever again.
She deflates once the tabby stranger takes care of himself. "Bye, Primroseadder!" Salamanderpaw calls out and then, in a quick aside to her patrolmates: "So does she like...often show up outta nowhere at borders, or..."
No matter. There's still a chore to be done. That's what counts. Salamanderpaw hopes Primroseadder's report includes how cool and valiant they all were...and then she locks back in.
"I've got dibs on Stonepaw!! If she starts dying again like she did at the Gathering then I wanna see if I can carry her, okay?" It sounds like it mught be a helpful offer, but Salamanderpaw's mostly worried about her own strength. She'd always assumed that she's strong just because of how she's shaped, but a recent experience in battle training has her second-guessing all of that...so an opportunity to train by hoisting around someone else's dead weight seems too good to pass up on. She shoots the younger apprentice a knowing, eager look before fixing her attention back on the marsh.
"Okay, I know all about this stuff because Willowtail told me. She might be tiny and super crazy pregnant but she's kind of smart, too. We should mark the border but we can't mark it too much or else that looks petty and that matters 'cause we have to care about what other clans think 'cause they hate us 'cause we earned it a little bit. But mostly it's because they suck and we rule too hard for their comprehension." She's...steadily gaining a proper understanding of the recent political climate and all of the nuance therein, honest, it's just that that Fantasy Cat Nationalism dies hard like any old habit.
Salamanderpaw marches herself up to the nearest bit of brush and delicately swipes her cheeks, one-two. "I'm all done! Someone else do some and I'm gonna sit and try to figure out if those noises are us-noises or someone-else-noises. And also sit and make sure Stonepaw doesn't keel over....Sunsetgleam I guess you've got Deerspark." Because he looks every bit as droopy as Salamanderpaw's denmate does, and she doubts she can carry him—though one day she'd like to try, as thanks for the time he carried Seapaw (then Shellkit...oh, how the time flies.)
Salamanderpaw plops down and fixes a hard look yonder at Shadowclan's side.
The next string of events were one Sunsetgleam was not expecting: An outsider. On the premise and hunting Riverclan's prey. When Primroseadder brought attention to it (yea, she seems to have gotten a bit better since her arguement with Almondchatter) their ears immediately perked up and eyes followed where the commotion was coming from. The rest of the patrol seems to have taken notice as well. Oh boy.
First. Salamanderpaw. The apprentice seems to have taken no hesitation to tell Primroseadder to gut the rogue. He had stolen Riverclan's prey when the clan needed it's resources the most. That by itself could get more than just some cats irked up, and it certainly did their patrolmates. Okay, Starclan, this patrol escalated too quickly for their liking. Sunsetgleam could tell that the apprentice just wants that outsider to suffer the consequences of stealing Riverclan's resources. They needed to see whether this cat was a danger to Riverclan or not and..well..if he tresspasde and stole prey without even regretting his actions..or even realizing them then..he probably was in a way
Second. Deerspark. Who wasn't hesitant to say 'kill him' either. Neither Salamanderpaw or Deerspark seem to be in a mood to spare the outsider. The sudden shout from the sleepy warrior had managed to surprise them as they didn't exactly been expecting it. But it brought to conclusion that a good portion of the cats there wanted the outsider immediately killed
Third. Stonepaw. The youngest patrol member seems less happy about possibly murdering the outsider. Okay, that..actually made sense for the timid she-cat. Not that Sunsetgleam can blame her. They're not really looking forward to a possible execution either. They felt bad for her. The warrior tried to give a reassuring glance at Stonepaw if the she-cat happened to look their way "I'm sure it'll be alright, Stonepaw" they quietly mewed to the apprentice before looking at the problem at hand
Forth....the outsider himself. Slushy, apparently. Primroseadder seems to be handling it already and was just waiting for the outsider to leave for good. "This is serious, Slushy. Just like what the other cat said; you should leave. It'd be better for both you and us" they added a few words to Primroseadder's, hopong the outsider would just leave without causing even more problems for the clan; Riverclan has gone through a lot already and they doubt Primroseadder would be giving out more chances
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stonepaw, she/her, 7 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
55/100
Hmm. Deerspark looked... a little unwell. Stonepaw felt worried for him, but didn't bring herself to point it out- that might just make him feel embarrassed. She gave Deerspark a polite, little head nod. Her way of letting him know she didn't mind the wait.
The trip to Saltmeadow Marsh didn't have much talking or patrolling (or was this patrolling?), but Stonepaw was still enjoying herself. The air was cool and fresh, and slightly too chilly for comfort, but she was trying to not let it get to her. After moons of training in the cold, Stonepaw had become more used to it- sort of. Barely. But she was trying.
Oh, Stonepaw would be pairing up with Deerspark. ...Not like that was a bad thing, but he didn't seem that... Alert. And this was Stonepaw's first patrol. Would they be fine doing it together? Salamanderpaw's comment about one of them passing out wasn't too far off from her real worries. Stonepaw was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a stranger's voice, and a familiar one growling. Primroseadder? What was she doing here? And who was that?
Stonepaw hurried over to Salamanderpaw, who was now talking about gutting the strange cat. She didn't seem hurt or anything, (Stonepaw was first concerned she'd been attacked,) just on edge. Stonepaw was too, but to a lesser extent- she had never met a cat who wasn't from a clan before, and the way he talked and smelled and... well, everything, was very off-putting to her.
Primroseadder seemed to be handling the situation, which made Stonepaw feel minutely more calm, before Deerspark demanded that he be killed. In a very serious sounding way. Stonepaw's eyes went wide- would they be watching a cat be killed? Right now? Wasn't that drastic?
She didn't know what to say to the warriors, and felt too alarmed to speak for the moment, so Stonepaw just looked at Salamanderpaw in a way that hopefully conveyed her confusion and reluctance to "gut him." Was this how patrols usually went?
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\32 moons\Riverclan
"If every thought in my mind was a star in my head, the constellations would be knotted!"
Purrks: One With The Warren [ACTIVE] The Collector [ACTIVE]
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Deerspark coughed before shuffling a bit as he watched the warrior melted into shadow. For the second time this evening, Deerspark was agreeing with the apprentice. Primroseadder seemed to be hopping in and out of shadow so secretively, Deerspark was beginning to wonder if she was half Shadowclan or had a knack for spooking cats half to death (cats was him. He was cats). He wondered if that was concerning. Him agreeing with Salamanderpaw that is. Not that she was a bad cat, but sometimes her words were more than questionable.
Deerspark didn't protest, he just shuffled over to Sunsetgleam and frowned apologetically. "... Sorry. I just... Hm. Uh. I stressed. Sorry.... For uh. Yelling." He was often times scared by himself, something that always shook him. If he was scared by his own words, then what good was he against an actual threat? Stop, stop. he thought to himself, swallowing a snarl of frustration. You're supposed to me marking the border... That's all. Nothing worth stressing about. Or, indirectly stressing about.
So, the warrior carefully trotted up to a faint scent marker and rubbed his paw against it carefully, precise and slow motions. He then again began to wonder why he was on this patrol.
Sunsetgleam watched as Primroseadder melted into the shadows like that. Odd. She was good at that, it seems. Was she stalking the borders, or..whatever, whatever, as long as everything's back to normal now it should be good. As long as the warrior was using her abilities for the greater good and the intruder from earlier already left, it shouldn’t really concern them too much. “We all get stressed sometimes. Try to control your emotions a bit, though and not let certain things escalate too far. At least you didn’t end up doing anything drastic; could’ve ended worse” they tried to reassure Deerspark a bit. He could’ve went for the kill right then and there but..hey, at least he didn’t? At least he also realized his mistake and that was already decent in Sunsetgleam’s book. “Let’s just focus on the patrol and hope nothing bad happens again” they were just as concerned for Salamanderpaw, and can really just pray the apprentice doesn’t end up actually murdering anyone in the foreseeable future
Seems like Salamanderpaw already got Stonepaw, though; so even though Sunsetgleam wasn’t having a good feeling about apprentice just going off near the borders like that, it’s not like they could do much about it. It does seem like the apprentice cares for Stonepaw, and maybe they should allow it for now.
The warrior carefully marked the border, while making sure there wasn’t any further problems arising. “Everything seems alright” All that’s left was Stonepaw’s part of the patrol; her drowsiness was slightly concerning. Although..pretty sure a good chunk of this patrol lacked sleep. Sunsetgleam was just good at pretending otherwise, they supposed, if none of their patrolmates have caught on.
stonepaw, she/her, 9 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
59/100
Well, at least they handled that without any killing... Slushy made the good decision to leave when he was asked to. Stonepaw didn't doubt that any of the warriors on the patrol (and Salamanderpaw too, honestly) would fight him off if he didn't leave when he did.
Her ears flattened awkwardly when Sunsetgleam tried to reassure her- Stonepaw wasn't trying to seem frightened. She wasn't scared of Slushy. If anything, she was more worried about what would happen to the naive outsider. Salamanderpaw even tried to give her advice on how to look more scary, but Stonepaw knew from experience that fluffing up just made her look ridiculous. Ugh, she hoped she didn't seem like a total scaredy-cat to everyone.
"...'m not going to die," Stonepaw huffed. Bringing up her incident at the Gathering didn't help with her embarrassment, but she was glad that Salamanderpaw offered to finish the patrol with her, at least. She was a little hesitant to stay with Deerspark.
Stonepaw's tail fur spiked up when Salamanderpaw looked at her, the gray she-cat quickly averting her own gaze. She shuffled over to some bushes, trying to get her scent on them, without straying too far away from Salamanderpaw. The older apprentice was still talking to her(?), after all. About... uh, Willowtail, and the nuances of marking borders. She was sure that was all useful information she should pay attention to, but Stonepaw was kind of lost on Salamanderpaw's funny way of speaking.
"How can a cat be... 'super crazy' pregnant?", She asked in her quiet, now amused voice. Mostly to no one. She wouldn't usually question the things her clanmates said, but it felt a bit easier talking to Salamanderpaw. She found herself saying things to her without really thinking.
"I'm done too," She echoed, feeling confident that her little zone smelled Riverclan-y enough. Her own sense of smell wasn't the best- at least that's what it felt like, from her past hunting experiences. But this was probably good.
...Stonepaw sighed silently at Salamanderpaw's comment. Was she really looking so bad, if it seemed like she was going to 'keel over?' "I'm fine," she tells Salamanderpaw, sitting down for the moment and fixing her with an attempt at a serious look. Not a mad one, more just embarrassed. "I'm very... awake." Salamanderpaw even said something about carrying Stonepaw, which she felt unsure if she could pull of. At least Stonepaw hoped she couldn't. Then she really would be too skinny. (Not to mention how she would die from humiliation.)
Sunsetgleam was on the move again, which probably meant it was time to go. Stonepaw stood up, looking very alert and not sleepy, mind you. She poked Salamanderpaw with her tail a little, trying to prod her up as well.
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Fire of the loners
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"One day I'll rise up like a wildfire...Big and tall like daddy!"
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ﾟ。 Fire had been running, she doesn't know how long, but her legs gave out as she fell in a stream on the river cats side of the border, she was so sick...and hungry...her little body shuddered as she lapped at the water as she laid in it. her eyes closing as she tried to catch her breath. she sniffled the air, unable to tell what she was Smelling, looking up, she saw the most hideous animal, it looked like a snake and a dog...it growled at her, and she just stared up in horror...she didn't want to die.
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open to anyone and to @Red'fur
(the animal is a mink, which are common in maine, because fire is a kit and near death, I'm assuming its gonna eat her...though I would love it if someone saved the baby.)
* She was padding along the border of Riverclan. She hadn't meant to be this close to the border. She spotted a kit washed up on the shore and spotted a mink about to attack the kit. She sprinted at the mink and leaped forward screeching and claws outstretched. *
" LEAVE THE KIT ALONE! "
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@sylvia26 ( Btw Asfrid isn't RC, but she is more than willing to take Fire in as her adopted daughter if you don't mind. )
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