- I DONT HAVE A GOOD TITLE SO UMM IDK THE USANE BOLT WITH A PH OR SOMETHING - REDPOUNCE
redpounce darted across the clearing. why you ask? he had to win this race of course! wolfcoil followed about a tail-length behind him, struggling to keep up and FAILING like a LOSER joking of course.
the goal was to run a lap around the camp, starting and ending at the warrior's den. they had started at a similar pace, but redpounce took the lead quickly, as per usual. eventually, the competition came to an end, both toms panting. (phun phact cats do actually pant!)
"i will beat you next time." "didn't you say that last time?"
it took wolfcoil a second to respond, but he had developed the best defense ever. "uh, nuh uh??" he replied. "great job wolf, i have never been persuaded this much." redpounce giggled.
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dandelionkit a creamy-white she-cat with ginger points & deep, brown eyes
three moons | post: 3
within the clearing, the kitten found herself staring at the cats both in front and around her. she oggled at them with wide-eyed curiosity, imagining what it might be like to be a warrior--to swim through the rivers that marked their territory and to hook her claws into smooth scales. it sounded like a dream. like one of hers that were wild and imaginative.
and so she would trot towards the closest warrior, asking them: "what's it like? being a warrior?"
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Egretswoop
35 moons || RiverClan Warrior || She/her
The Sage
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Egretswoop's blue eyes flicked up from her sleek coat when approached by the small kit. She paused her grooming momentarily to take a moment to consider the question at hand, gazing into the distance with a patient thoughtfulness.
"Being a warrior? Hm..." she wondered aloud. She then turned her attention back to the little one with a small smile. "Well, it's a big responsibility, to start. Warriors are responsible for obeying orders from the leader and deputy and all the Lionhearts, and are responsible for making themselves helpful in any way they can. Warriors must also always be prepared to jump into action when needed, if there ever happens to be a sudden invasion or conflict."
"But, you don't want to know about all that, do you? You'd rather here about the excitement, I assume." She mewed with a glimmer in her eyes and a soft smirk gracing her lips. "Being a warrior is exciting too. There are lots of tasks for us to complete. Hunting and fighting... But for we RiverClan cats, we're swimmers. We're able to cross fierce rivers. We're fishers too, big and small fish. But fishing requires a lot of patience. Sometimes you wait for a very long time to actually catch a fish." She explained. She supposed her description of warrior life wasn't very interesting, not for a kit at least. Egretswoop happened to be a bit more practical in that sense.
"And what's your name, little one? Mine is Egretswoop." She introduced politely with a flick of the tail.
SPIDERPAW
Riverclan Apprentice | 8 moons | Lanky, amber eyed, blue-grey tabby she-cat with white paws, chin, and tail tip.
Heightened perception: Smell
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This was fine. Everything was fine. It was okay. How many times, at this point, had Spiderpaw approached clanmates? She hated it every. Single. Time. But she was learning something. Maybe it was when Fallenspirit yelled at her for looking at him instead of approaching and asking about training. Maybe it was when she shared a meal with Seapaw and got a chance to relax. Whatever was the catalyst, she was starting to learn that her clanmates... might not be as scary as she thought they were.
Maybe.
Some of them.
So, with a deep breath, Spiderpaw walked out of the apprentice den and approached the first cat she saw. Vervainpaw? She hoped that was right. The nervous tabby opened her maw... closed it... Then opened it again. "Hi... uhm... Do you... uhh..." Oh, no. She had a plan of what to say. She really did. Suddenly, she didn't have a plan anymore and her mind went blank. Why did she convince herself to do this? How did she think she could do this? It was easier when she was specifically asking others for training. Now, this was completely out of left field.
"Uhm... You... know how to hunt?" Well, something had gotten out of her maw. What a mess she had put herself into.
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VERVAINPAW
Riverclan Apprentice ~ 6 moons ~ She/He
"Omg, just found this out- Have you heard.."
Posts: 2/100
Well, the cream and red apprentice would hopefully be friends with Heatherkit one day... But it could be difficult, ha. Vervainpaw was loafing outside of the apprentices den, just chilling, grey eyes closed and tail flicking. A small, awkward voice suddenly distracted him from his thoughts, and the apprentice opened her eyes immediately, looking around. Who had spoken?
When the voice spoke again, Vervain realised it was Spiderpaw. She'd never met the blue/grey tabby personally before, and so she sprung up, full of energy. "Hello! You must be Spiderpaw; You might already know me, but my name is Vervainpaw." Red paws padded over to Spider, the tabby marked apprentice approaching slightly.
At her question, Vervainpaw shook his head, ears twitching. "Nope! Ashfall hasn't taken me out yet. I'll learn later though! Oh, and did you know that Cornflower is expecting kits? I heard it from someone and was like 'ooo!' Anyways." The red and cream apprentice paused from her verbal assault on poor Spiderpaw. "How are you?"
Now, that was definitely how you make friends. Yes. Oooh, Spiderpaw might have some useful gossip... You never know who'll trade what information. Vervainpaw smiled, and committed everything about the other apprentice to memory, storing it in case it became useful. The way she stood so awkwardly, how she clearly looked terrified, and the fact that yes she did look like the Medicine Cat type. That was some gossip that Vervain had extracted from a kit who was in the Medicine Den at the same time as Spider. Looks like she might want to become Berryshine's apprentice. Who knows! Vervain would find out somehow...
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VERVAINPAW
Riverclan Apprentice ~ 6 moons ~ She/He
"Omg, just found this out- Have you heard.."
Posts: 2/100
Well, the cream and red apprentice would hopefully be friends with Heatherkit one day... But it could be difficult, ha. Vervainpaw was loafing outside of the apprentices den, just chilling, grey eyes closed and tail flicking. A small, awkward voice suddenly distracted him from his thoughts, and the apprentice opened her eyes immediately, looking around. Who had spoken?
When the voice spoke again, Vervain realised it was Spiderpaw. She'd never met the blue/grey tabby personally before, and so she sprung up, full of energy. "Hello! You must be Spiderpaw; You might already know me, but my name is Vervainpaw." Red paws padded over to Spider, the tabby marked apprentice approaching slightly.
At her question, Vervainpaw shook his head, ears twitching. "Nope! Ashfall hasn't taken me out yet. I'll learn later though! Oh, and did you know that Cornflower is expecting kits? I heard it from someone and was like 'ooo!' Anyways." The red and cream apprentice paused from her verbal assault on poor Spiderpaw. "How are you?"
Now, that was definitely how you make friends. Yes. Oooh, Spiderpaw might have some useful gossip... You never know who'll trade what information. Vervainpaw smiled, and committed everything about the other apprentice to memory, storing it in case it became useful. The way she stood so awkwardly, how she clearly looked terrified, and the fact that yes she did look like the Medicine Cat type. That was some gossip that Vervain had extracted from a kit who was in the Medicine Den at the same time as Spider. Looks like she might want to become Berryshine's apprentice. Who knows! Vervain would find out somehow...
SPIDERPAW
Riverclan Apprentice | 8 moons | Lanky, amber eyed, blue-grey tabby she-cat with white paws, chin, and tail tip.
Heightened perception: Smell
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Oh, that went about as well as it could have... and, before she even knew what was happening, Spiderpaw was overwhelmed by information. The apprentice nodded to confirm her name, and her eyes grew ever wider and wider the more Vervainpaw spoke. Ashfall... was his mentor? Who was Cornflower? Why did that information make the other apprentice say "ooo"? Though, it was nice to hear about more kits. She didn't mind kits. They were usually a lot easier to deal with than adults and... well, fellow apprentices, apparently.
What had she gotten herself into?
"Oh... uhm... Well, hopefully, soon... you'll get to start training..." Spiderpaw tried to get back into the conversation that she found herself already drowning in. How complicated could socializing be, she had wondered... Well, obviously, very complicated. How did Vervainpaw have so much energy? How many more bits of information was she going to throw at the slightly older apprentice? Oh... "I... I'm good. I think... most of my training is done... if you want help... with anything...?" Spiderpaw offered, feeling unsure of what else to say.
Did she just dig herself deeper into this conversation? Part of her wanted to run away from the absolute overload of the quick-speaking apprentice in front of her. Was this a mistake, or was this what Spiderpaw needed? She didn't know. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Too late, now.
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- I DONT HAVE A GOOD TITLE SO UMM IDK THE USANE BOLT WITH A PH OR SOMETHING - REDPOUNCE
redpounce darted across the clearing. why you ask? he had to win this race of course! wolfcoil followed about a tail-length behind him, struggling to keep up and FAILING like a LOSER joking of course.
the goal was to run a lap around the camp, starting and ending at the warrior's den. they had started at a similar pace, but redpounce took the lead quickly, as per usual. eventually, the competition came to an end, both toms panting. (phun phact cats do actually pant!)
"i will beat you next time." "didn't you say that last time?"
it took wolfcoil a second to respond, but he had developed the best defense ever. "uh, nuh uh??" he replied. "great job wolf, i have never been persuaded this much." redpounce giggled.
[open - maybe your cat could join them in another race? ]
Claypaw
|| She/her || 5 Moons || 13/100 ||
Claypaw walked out of the apprentice's den with a yawn. The one good thing about more or less having no mentor is that she could sleep in as late as she wanted! There were still duties she had to perform, but no one woke her up at dawn unless she wanted to. It was good for when she stayed up late into the night. Her amber gaze landed on two warriors racing, and her eyes widened. That looked so fun.
"Hey!" She called, rushing up to them. "What cha racing for? Can I join? No reason to not let me tag along!"
She can't help it. Can't help the way her eyes soften, the way her heart melts near instantly. Her heart had never been hard enough, never strong enough to withhold storms. No, she'd always had feelings and emotions too big for her body. The former kittypet goes still, making sure not to make any abrupt movements, the gentle smile ever present on her face. The Melody who'd first come to RiverClan would have jumped out of her skin as well, would have uttered apology after apology and felt overwhelmed with mortification. The Wisteriawren who existed now was more grounded, more sure of herself. Life had tied her down, and she was not regretful of it one bit.
She didn't want to spook Deerspark any more than he already seemed to be, in his own fur.
"Moths are beautiful." She answers finally when all was said and done - not liking to raise her voice past its whisper when Deerspark was right beside her. At first, she isn't sure how to respond to the meaning behind his words, save for the swell of sorrow in her chest. It was not pity for him. Just a sadness that he had to feel this way. Followed swift by a desire to pull him out from beneath the water and back onto land, even if he'd have to throw up all the water he'd swallowed. The pain of healing was much better than feeling nothing at all.
"You're right about that, now that I think about it. They do know how to live. In harmony, almost better than us. I wonder if they ever fight like we do. I wonder what their lives look like, existing for even less than a fortnight." Her smile tips higher. She didn't mind if it took her companion longer to form the words that came so easy to others. Rowanmane had suffered from a jaw injury too, still did sometimes. She wished she could take away his hurt, but she was only capable of so much.
"In another life, maybe I'd have liked to be named after moths. But... Dusk-- Stormstar gave me my name. This one. I wouldn't trade it for... for..." The ex-kittypet falters. "Well, I suppose saying I wouldn't trade it for the world would be a lie, wouldn't it? I'd trade it for a lot of things that selfishly matter more. To me, to Stormstar. She'd want her Clan safe. I want my family safe."
Gold-flecked blue eyes turn to her former denmate. "I didn't know how to live either, Deerspark. For a long time, I didn't." Her ears lower, gaze far away. That suffocating depression had been the worst weeks of her life. It had pressed her so far into the ground that she'd felt like she was already gone from this plane. "Until I found everything I had to live for." Her paw lifts, hesitant at first, hovering a moment as she keeps it in his view. She presses it to his chest gently, over where she assumed their hearts lay.
"Ask yourself what you live for, Deerspark. In here. Find it and never let go." Her own heart aches for him, but her soft, hopeful smile remains, even if her eyes shimmer with emotion. Wisteriawren didn't care if they barely knew one another. She loved every one of her Clanmates regardless. They were all her family. "You're not alone, you know? You don't have to be." Something she, unfortunately, had learned the hard way.
[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]
- - - CW!! This post contacts self deprecation, low self esteem, mental distress, and a faint/minor suicide mention (squint and it's there!) please, don't read if this may trigger you!
Deerspark listened quietly, not reacting aside from the occasional hum that buzzed from his maw. A part of him was as relieved as he was terrified. Somecat shared his struggles in an oddly unique scary way, somecat understood him on an empathetic level, somecat was willing to listen to him babble aimlessly about whatever his brain sprung at him. It was a sour dance, bitter with pain, traced with claws and whatever pain he would've willingly inflicted on others. It was scary because he knew he wasn't alone. There were others like him. Cats who were like him, feeling just as terrible and unfathomably confused. And nocat could tell.
He wasn't alone. He wasn't alone. And that scared him. How many other cats had relics of the past stare them down in sleep, stabbing through their soul, crushing through their foundation and leaving them to free fall? The world would spin until they threw up their guts, the world would spin until something else got them first.
Somehow, the world stopped spinning for Wisteriawren. Deerspark allowed his eyes to glance at her, aiming his gaze more to her forehead rather than her actual eyes. How could somecat like her possibly struggle? She was loved, just like anycat deserved to be. A good well built life. He would've considered it perfect, heck he did, but maybe he was wrong.
He'd never heard somecat speak so honestly. Why him though? He wasn't thoughtless, but he could barely carry himself. And yet, she was speaking like she was at an alter, confessing whatever had been on her mind in the moment. Deerspark wasn't sure what he'd done to earn that automatic level of vulnerability. Maybe Wisteriawren was just like that.
He twitched his torn ear towards her, his interest heightened as she spoke further and further. At least she was honest. Not mockingly so, not with a level of dignity, just normal freedom to allow her thoughts to rush instead of fester. "I'd... Trade. A uh. Uh. Lot— lot o-of things." For the world? Maybe himself. He figured it would do better without it. He had for a long time. He shuffled his paws into the ground, blinking slowly. "I-It's... Not. Hm. Selfish." He spoke cautiously, lifting his head. "It's... It's. Knowing. Uh. Hm. What... What you. Er. Want."
A motive was essential. Deerspark had motives, but his body was fried. He wanted to be free, but he'd lost the key along with everything else. He wanted to be somewhere, but he was stuck no where instead. Wow, what a fun plot twist, yeah?
Deerspark had to strain his ears to listen over his own buzzing thoughts, nearly missing the increased pressure on his chest. For a moment, he thought a bug landed onto his chest. His mind paused, wondering if it was a moth. But it was Wisteriawren, quite literally offering a paw. Heh, close enough.
He looked up at her and blinked, stringing together her words in the tightest maze his brain could think of. Every word was important, he figured it such. He had to remember somecat cared even if Deerspark felt as good as dirt all day everyday.
Then it stopped.
A quiet. It was suffocating.
The warrior blinked, crooked jaw slightly agape. What did he— what did he live for? His expression faltered, pain ripping through like a strike of waves. He'd kept it together so far, maybe even comforted, but he could feel his eyes sting. He was scared to close his eyes, scared something might drag him under.
"She's... Gone." He gasped, voice sharp. "Dead." He wrinkled his muzzle, the words holding no malice or bitter edge, just distraught. It's like she died all over again. "Maybe. Hm... Hm. Maybe not... Not. Dead. Left?" Deerspark chuckled sadly, pained he wasn't even sure what happened to her, he never truly had. He then shrugged, meeting Wisteriawren's gaze.
"I-I... I. Wasn- worth—" he winced, biting out his words, "Worth it..." She left. That was proof enough. "Uh... I. I. Lived. F-for... her." he unsheathed his claws. Loss had been a constant in his life. Maybe the pain wasn't as bad as he thought it was, maybe he'd let it grow for too long, but it felt real. Deerspark knew how to kill, and good warrior did. It was one of the only things he knew wouldn't leave him, the shriek of death and the smell of blood. Deerspark didn't look like he had a bloodlust. Probably because he didn't. But...
The warrior shook his head rapidly. "I'm... I'm sorry."
SPIDERPAW
Riverclan Apprentice | 8 moons | Lanky, amber eyed, blue-grey tabby she-cat with white paws, chin, and tail tip.
Heightened perception: Smell
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Oh, that went about as well as it could have... and, before she even knew what was happening, Spiderpaw was overwhelmed by information. The apprentice nodded to confirm her name, and her eyes grew ever wider and wider the more Vervainpaw spoke. Ashfall... was his mentor? Who was Cornflower? Why did that information make the other apprentice say "ooo"? Though, it was nice to hear about more kits. She didn't mind kits. They were usually a lot easier to deal with than adults and... well, fellow apprentices, apparently.
What had she gotten herself into?
"Oh... uhm... Well, hopefully, soon... you'll get to start training..." Spiderpaw tried to get back into the conversation that she found herself already drowning in. How complicated could socializing be, she had wondered... Well, obviously, very complicated. How did Vervainpaw have so much energy? How many more bits of information was she going to throw at the slightly older apprentice? Oh... "I... I'm good. I think... most of my training is done... if you want help... with anything...?" Spiderpaw offered, feeling unsure of what else to say.
Did she just dig herself deeper into this conversation? Part of her wanted to run away from the absolute overload of the quick-speaking apprentice in front of her. Was this a mistake, or was this what Spiderpaw needed? She didn't know. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Too late, now.
VERVAINPAW
Riverclan Apprentice ~ 6 moons ~ She/He
"Omg, just found this out- Have you heard.."
Posts: 3/100
The tabby marked apprentice tilted her head at Spiderpaw's stammered words. Hm. She looked like she was regretting something.. Maybe the conversation? That would be sad. Vervainpaw was quite liking this conversation. It was interesting, to say the least. "Well, thank you. I'll take you up on that offer." The cream coloured cat really meant that- the genuine honesty was obvious in her voice, and on his face. "Do you think you could help me now, maybe?" The apprentice asked, rather hopefully. Just a basic hunting session would be fine.. Or fishing.
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