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Shineclaw|male|23 moons|warrior|purrks: none|
He looked at bramblekit when he came over and sighed at the last question that the kit asked but he wasn't going to tell bramblekit that the kit couldn't fight. "Hello bramblekit, my names Shineclaw and these two are waterpaw and fallenspirit" he said looking at his apprentice and his friend or whatever fallenspirit thinks are they friends or not? Fallenspirit hadn't told him anything so he didn't know
Waterpaw|female|8 moons|apprentice|purrks: none|
She nodded and looked at bramblekit "hello bramblekit" she said
(Yes waterpaws is short but I had no idea what to put for her)
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Fallenspirit shot an icy look at Shineclaw. "Thank you, but I can introduce myself Shineclaw," the tom mewed flatly. He glanced at the small kit between him and Shineclaw, a small purr rumbling in his chest. "My name is Fallenspirit," the tom mewed to the kit. "As for whar hurt Owlstar, well I'm assuming the otters but who knows," he mewed.
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She/Her | Kit | 5 Moons | Riverclan
Sleek silver tabby with soft, dappled fur, green-gold eyes, and fluffy tail '' She’s not the storm. She’s the calm after it — the kind that helps you breathe again. ''
Lark’kit hadn’t really been asked to come to the meeting… but she padded in quietly anyway, paws barely making a sound. Listening couldn’t hurt, right? She didn’t have to say anything. Just… sit at the edge, watch, maybe learn something. No one would notice her. Hopefully.
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Riverclan Kit | 3 moon | Tall, dark ginger tom with yellow eyes
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Bramblekit made a note to himself that some cats didn't like it when they were introduced by others. Weird, but he needed to be aware of these things if he was going to be the future commander of the lionhearts. "Hi!" He made sure to greet Waterpaw, who he had not noticed before. You'd think something was wrong with his eyes with how often they just passed over random cats. "Nice t' meet'cha all!" With greetings aside, it was time to get to the real meat of the conversation.
"Otters?" The ginger tom-kit looked back up at Owlstar and narrowed his eyes. He did take notice of his question being ignored, of course, but that just seemed to him like they weren't able to teach him any fighting moves. Fine! He'd just continue practicing on his own what he saw in camp. It was easy enough. "I dunno what otters are, but when I'M in charge of the lionhearts, I'll make sure they're way too scared to ever go near ANY riverclan cats!" Bramblekit announced, quite proud of himself for his future accomplishments.
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There’s mama! Okay- put a smile on…everything okay. FernPaw can’t let LarkMa worry about her. Just smile…if she asks about training, recite everything you’ve learned so far. Be…normal. Everything okay.
“Ma!” she purred, padding up and nuzzling the she-cats shoulder, before plopping herself down beside the warrior. FernPaw looked up to her mother, hoping her gaze was hiding her inner turmoil enough. “How are you doin’ Ma?” she asked kindly, forcing a polite smile on her face. She wasn’t really asking for pleasantries…she needed to know if Ma was okay to not.
Ah, there's Fernaw. As she approaches, Larkwing smiles warmly at her daughter, bending slightly to nuzzle her cheek to the top of the apprentice's head in greeting. It's been a while since they've found the time to talk, Larkwing has been eager to leave camp again now that she isn't confined to the nursery, but the chances to do just that haven't been presenting themselves in any meaningful capacity. Lingering anxiety about the last time she'd left camp? Maybe, but she doesn't really think so. It's probably just that she isn't used to being allowed to do that, so it's not habit anymore. A hunting trip with Fernpaw or Faithpaw might be in order.
"I'm well, love, how are you? Are the other apprentices treating you well?" It feels like the truth, so that's what she goes with. She's doing well. She has no other choice. Besides, even if she wasn't it isn't Fernpaw's job to carry that burden, so Larkwing is certain she would have lied if she didn't feel good. But she's okay right now. Not great, but okay. And that's enough.
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[Ginger and white tabby with green eyes and a heavily scarred maw] Purrks: Dreamwalker, Herbal Knowledge T2 Header by @/Marigoldwhisper
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Eaglewing settled at the edge of the group, her large form loafed with her paws tucked under her. She was shedding like crazy because of the warm weather and it felt like every few minutes she was spitting out fur! Had she gone and grown some on the inside??
Fallenspirit's gaze stayed locked on the small kit, smirking lightly. Out of all cats, he could tolerate kits. At the very least, he found their excitement entertaining. So pure, innocent. Naive. The last words rattled off in the tom's mind, memories surging like waves.
"I'm sure they will be absolutely terrified of you as a head Lionheart," the tom purred, flicking his tail. His icy gaze warmed a bit. "I suppose I could show you a few fighting moves after this meeting," he mewed. Sure, they would be simple baps, maybe a roll or two, but mostly it would just require him to sit still and let the small tom beat on him.
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The stocky tom shifted when Floodsight approached him. A warrior he hadn't interacted with, like ever, but knew of her name. "It's been rather well," the tom mewed warmly to the she-cat. "How has it been with you?" he asked.
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Fallenspirit turned his head to look at the approaching warrior and apprentice. "Hello Shineclaw," the tom mewed quietly. He glanced at the apprentice, giving a swift nod in greeting. "I'm not sure what this could be about, maybe basic reassignments, announcing the success of the otter patrol, StarClan knows really," he mewed. The tom searched for a familiar calico pelt in the crowd.
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 30 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
"That's good to hear. I'm glad we went though this season without any major storms," The silver cat replied with a soft smile. More so, she was glad there wasn't a flood this year. Now that they lived a little higher above the water level, it should be alright for them, but the prey- they could easily be wiped out, leaving them with nothing.
Floodsight shuddered, remembering the rapids from her childhood and back in their old camp. Her tired, stormy eyes cleared a bit as she tried to muster a genuine answer. "I'm...it's been alright. Just a little tired from here and there. Lots of work, but we'll pull through."
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