Pikekit listened to their leader as a couple more things were announced. It felt sort of sad to hear of deaths, but he simply wasn’t quite old enough yet to comprehend it.
Seabreeze watched from the threshold of the warrior's den, his eyes flittering to the new cats in the clan as his leader announced each one. They narrowed at the reunion, his mind already having decided to replay Cloverpaw's return to him in nightmares, only cruelly played out correctly in front of him. It wasn't his fault, nor there's.. rather than fault was on that of his sister herself and he wasn't sure how he felt about any of that. At all. Perhaps talk it out with Owlstar? After all, if Cloverpaw were to attempt to rejoin... he would like to be made aware of it before.
Otters. He despised the creatures. Stupid otters. The jagged slice across his shoulder blades was a testament to his fight with the creatures and he thought that Riverclan had shown them off enough to stop showing their face at their river... though the idea of Thunderclan dealing with aquatic rats that can outswim Riverclan was almost amusing... For as morbid as that was, in his defense, he's sure Thunderclan would think that same thing should they start dealing with birds of prey.
His tail flicked, taking note of the ban- oh, maybe he should check about the ban on the windclan border... after all, Leafpaw hasn't yet been there and he would prefer for her to see it, at the very least on a patrol, at least once before getting her name. Which was coming up in theory if she kept her current motivations for training as it is. Though he hasn't really seen her attend meetings all too much which was important for any warrior. ( Hypocritical, he knows, but he's been to countless meetings- and sometimes people were too much, he knows what they are like and how to behave. Leafpaw doesn't have that yet... you would think its common knowledge, but Seabreeze has been in Riverclan long enough to say otherwise. )
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Sootstar is Leader of RushClan
Hurricanestar is Leader of Seaclan (Closed Den)
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Sprucekit took a deep breath, and padded over to Speckledpaw. Her anxiety fueled decisions to stay put could go to the dark forest. Who cared about good spots, becoming an apprentice, or being a burden when her friend was in need? She gently brushed against their side, before sitting down next to them. No words were spoken, as she was unsure of what would be best to say. Would platitudes even be helpful? The bit of silent support she could provide, she hoped, would be enough.
Rae let out a quiet sigh. Though she and her kin had somehow managed to escape anything major like this, though the clan itself experienced much loss, she knew what spiraling looked like. No voice will reach them now. Fine. The mostly black she-cat noticed the kitcome up to offer comfort, must be a friend. Whatever…she could probably wait here anyways. Owlstar still had other announcements before getting to any warrior ceremonies it seemed. So Ravenpaw stayed where she sat, close enough to Speckledpaw on the other side so her presence was known but not too close. They didn’t know each other after all, she couldn’t be certain how any gestures of comfort would be interpreted by Speckledpaw. But hopefully, the presence of a clanmate would be enough for now.
Primroseadder - RiverClan Queen
---> Killier Aptitude Tier 3 | Ultimate Predator | Go with the Flow | Shadow Fiend
Primroseadder purred softly, her eyes flicking over to Caterpillarkit as he padded away. "Don't stray too far, Cater, 'n come back when I tell ya ta," The queen warned, her emerald eyes narrowing down to slits.
Hearing a cat call his name, Sharkhail jumped a bit thinking it was one of his friends. No, it was... No she was a friend too the other one he was thinking of just vanished. He shook that thought away with another yawn and walked over to Wisteriawren. He pondered for a moment on the question before flicking his tail as one might shrug. If they weren't a cat. "I'm not sure.. I wonder if she's too shy to ask another cat to be her apprentice." Sharkhail pondered aloud. He was found of the medicinecat, she had a good head on her. He then let out a hearty chuckle. "Relax friend, no one is here for your head! We get what you meant." He said before giving Wisteria a nudge.
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\33 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 sat. Y'know, that was relatively normal, a rarity for him.
His thoughts were rather quiet that evening, likely to allow swollen mews to enter tall ears. His torn ear twitched in irritation. He found that his scars always itched in extreme temperatures, beit hot or cold, there was always a dull ache and a need to pick at the scars on his shoulder, the torn flesh at his neck.
He wasn't sure why though... Deerspark was no medic, but he knew that any kind of interference with his scabbed over skin would only cause them to reopen and him more pain. And yet, the suggestion lingered, a dull unbreakable hum before his brain focused on something else.
Sage eyes kept to the ground, tossing a rock between his paws like a kit to a moss ball. Suddenly, casually, he felt soft fur tickle at his side. Deerspark immediately tensed, lifting up his head slowly with eyes as wide as they sky that held the stars of Silverpelt.
Oh. Wisteriawren. The warrior returned her smile with a crooked grin that didn't exactly meet his eyes, but he was grateful for the company regardless.
That was twice in a row... Uh. Hm. She couldn't actually enjoy his company, right? He barely talked. And when he did his speak was broken and bumbling. The warrior shuffled his paws awkwardly, watching as conversation began. He wasn't sure how to fit himself into a social situation. Round hole, cube object. No matter how hard he shoved and pulled his brain could never be wired to act naturally in a new environment were interaction was needed.
He nearly missed what the queen was even talking about, along with another tom (whom Deerspark hastily recognized as Sharkhail) laughing and joking in response. A small chuckle plumed from his pink nose, light and airy. He figured he was supposed to laugh, even if he wasn't quite sure what was funny. Maybe that was what's wrong with him... He couldn't pick up a joke. Perhaps his mind was too heavy to notice.
"It's uh..." Deerspark began, tensing his shoulders. "Soon... Right?" Deerspark wasn't in a rush for an established apprentice, but having one wouldn't hurt. Suddenly, green locked onto the hues of Sharkhail. He blinked, addressing the tom with a nervous stare. "... Deerspark." He mewed. "Nice to. To hm. Uh. Meet... You."
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Starrypaw
Riverclan | 11 moons Mind Reader, Lucky Duck 3
Starrypaw was looking for her mentor. She had been loooking for him for a couple of minutes now when she noticed Wisteriawren talking with other two cats she didn't really recognize. Was she the only one who didn't remember all of her clanmates' names? She hoped so.
She placed herself secretly behind the three cats, telling herself that she was just waiting for Rowanmane and maybe he would appear just beside his mate. She leaned closer, turning her ear forward to catch some words of what they were all chatting about.
..Berryshine might have picked an apprentice? Not that... she needs one. Oh, they were talking about Berryshine! But the poor soul was still mourning her previous apprentice... and she wasn't nowhere to be found. No, I doubt that's why Owlstar called us out.
@Rowan @Rose
RowanMane stepped from his den at the leaders call, the lionhearts blue gaze carefully scanning the clearing before he saw what decided where he was to go. His apprentice…as well as his mate, both the same way. The large gray tabby padded over carefully. “StarryPaw- ‘Ello! How’re ya kiddo?” he asked kindly.
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She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch
Sharkhail's reassurance has her smiling sheepishly at the tom. She was just that transparent, it seemed. She didn't mind it, though. Honesty was a virtue, and what would she have to hide, anyway? The hypocrisy of such a thought only hits her after a few seconds. She had one very big secret - one that she'd tried and tried again to tell her leaders, but each of them had passed right as she'd mustered up the courage, too. Some tiny part of her shied away from trying again with Owlstar, a silly notion to think that her approaching a leader caused their demise. But she had to admit to her lack of claws soon. One day. She'd do it, she'd tell her leader.
...Once Frigidkit, Pikekit, and Lotuskit were apprenticed. She was a coward in that corner, selfishly wanting to see her kits become an established part of the Clan before risking herself being turned out. Her gaze flicks briefly towards Deerspark, but instead falls over his shoulder to one of her sons in the crowd. Pikekit. As much as she instantly craved to stand up and hurry over to him... he deserved to gain some independence. Make friends outside the nursery. She'd settle for watching him from afar.
A movement at the corner of her eyes has her noticing Starrypaw, her eyes instantly softening at the sight of the apprentice, her long tail lifting to wave. And then her eyes are brightening further at the sight of the love of her life, smile turning into a grin so wide the corners of her eyes crinkle. He was right there, yet she missed him somehow. Had been missing him. And, well, Sharkhail had offered to kitsit their little darlings one of these days. Maybe she'd take him up on the offer sooner than she'd thought, just to steal her mate away for a while.
But... oh, she'd gotten distracted at the sight of her mate. Owlstar was announcing not a new apprentice for Berryshine, but... "Newcomers!" The soft, delighted gasp leaves her without warning, probably not at all suitable after the announcement of a death. Her face heats, ears pinning back slightly. "Em. I'm sorry." Still, she couldn't help her curiosity as she peeks over at - oh, Freezingfury rushing straight for one of them, calling her his mother.
Oh. She hadn't realized it was possible for her to melt with happiness all over again, but it happens. Families being reunited was the most wonderful thing ever. Though... a question lingers at the back of her mind. Why had the apprentice-aged newcomer been given the name Deceptionpaw?
Ah, that voice. Ti turned and saw his niece and her- kits! Rat-tails! He had been so focused on Softsky and everything with Splashcloud's kits, he totally forgot to visit his niece's kits! Crap. The marbled tom flattened his ears with a silent wince. Prim was not gonna be happy with him. Tigersplash quietly slinked over to Prim once the clan had finished holding their moment of silence for the recent deaths, he wouldn't dream of disrespecting the dead no matter what. "Hey, Prim." He murmured as he sat next to her. "Sorry I haven't been by to see the new squirts yet. How've they been?" He asked, flashing an apologetic but still toothy smile.
Should he mention the news about him and Softsky yet?
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