The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
Softpaw nodded gently in agreement with her mentors words. Softpaw's eyes were wide and wary as she wasn't used to her surroundings, Softpaw's fluffy white pelt pressed against Heroneye's pelt gently, Softpaw gently quivered with anticipation of seeing more of her new home..... or well her real home. Softpaw's eyes locked onto a movement. "W-what was that" Softpaw whimpered, hiding behind her mentor, "It was like- like." Softpaw stammered, her mew filled with concern though it was genuinely calm. Softpaw quieted down as her mentor stalked forward, Softpaw pinned her ears for a moment, then perked them and tasted the air. "There's no scent.... W-well I don't think so." Softpaw mewed, her tone still calm, a hint of fear creeping into it. Softpaw blinked around, her green eyes studying the area. "There isn't a ghost is there? Were not like.... being rude by marking the place of something right?" Softpaw fretted gently. The white apprentice looked at her mentor once more, begining to blab gently as she was getting nervous by the second. "Uncle F-foxmoon told me the stories about a ghost... and.." Softpaw trailed off, stopping as she got self concious, realizing a bit to late she might need to be quiet to hear anything. Her ears perked up to listen. Softpaw noticed her mentors crouch and silently mocked it, copying the way her tail was hovering and her legs fit perfectly under her.. Good training she supposed.
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Seems like Sunsetgleam was the only one not noticing anything. They were looking at a different direction, what were they supposed to do about it? It was only until Wisteriawren’s call that they realized the patrol might not be alone. And it was backed up by Heroneye and Softpaw’s claim as well. So they damn knew there was something there. It couldn’t have been an outsider if the patrol didn’t catch any scent. Unless the figure rolled in mud. But if it was the ghost, why would he appear now of all times in the Thicket? It didn’t make sense. And they’ve never heard of a cat dying in the Sleepy Thicket, so the risks of the patrol getting wiped out are low. “Calm down, Softpaw” they mewed in a gentle yet quieted way
They tried to pick up any noise, their movements were slow as to not provoke any sound. It’s suddenly became unnervingly quiet. They still held on to the chance that the ghost, if there was one, could be kind. Or at least not bloodthirsty. They can’t assume anything before they get true confirmation. They watched Heroneye and her apprentice crouch forward, wondering if they should follow behind or stay put; would it be great for the patrol to split up, or stick together? Incase of an attack from something it’d be great to stick together but if they really wanted to investigate they’d have to split up
[ @Fits - Heron ] [ @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Soft ] [ @Rose - Wisteria ]
[Haunted Thicket! Real ghost encounter!? Like and subscribe to riverclan /silly]
The patrol had been going well thus far. There wasn't much talking aside from Softpaw's gentle chatter, but Heroneye didn't mind it too much. "It is nicer, isn't it?" she said quietly, more like a definite statement than a question. "As for training, I have to imagine it will be easier. The lessons were curated with the forest in mind, after all." Her whiskers twitched at the apprentice's apology. Really, she didn't mind her filling the silence. It was better than just wallowing in her own thoughts, anyway.
Then, Heroneye froze in place. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a flicker of movement. It was so faint, though, that the Lionheart very nearly wrote it off as her own imagination and continued walking--until, that is, Wisteriawren spoke up.
From the back of her throat, a soft, affirmative, "Mhm," rumbled out, just loud enough to be audible to her patrolmates as she began to creep forward. Naturally, her mind went right back to those old ghost stories. Heroneye was quick to dismiss the possibility, but the thought couldn't help but linger and make her heart beat ever so slightly faster. No matter. Regardless of what it was--be it prey or an outsider or StarClan knew what else--Heroneye was intent on finding out. Her paws made scarcely a sound as she stalked towards the source of the movement.
(you won't believe what this riverclan patrol found in the sleepy thicket... (real ghost caught on camera???) (not clickbait))
Softpaw nodded gently in agreement with her mentors words. Softpaw's eyes were wide and wary as she wasn't used to her surroundings, Softpaw's fluffy white pelt pressed against Heroneye's pelt gently, Softpaw gently quivered with anticipation of seeing more of her new home..... or well her real home. Softpaw's eyes locked onto a movement. "W-what was that" Softpaw whimpered, hiding behind her mentor, "It was like- like." Softpaw stammered, her mew filled with concern though it was genuinely calm. Softpaw quieted down as her mentor stalked forward, Softpaw pinned her ears for a moment, then perked them and tasted the air. "There's no scent.... W-well I don't think so." Softpaw mewed, her tone still calm, a hint of fear creeping into it. Softpaw blinked around, her green eyes studying the area. "There isn't a ghost is there? Were not like.... being rude by marking the place of something right?" Softpaw fretted gently. The white apprentice looked at her mentor once more, begining to blab gently as she was getting nervous by the second. "Uncle F-foxmoon told me the stories about a ghost... and.." Softpaw trailed off, stopping as she got self concious, realizing a bit to late she might need to be quiet to hear anything. Her ears perked up to listen. Softpaw noticed her mentors crouch and silently mocked it, copying the way her tail was hovering and her legs fit perfectly under her.. Good training she supposed.
Seems like Sunsetgleam was the only one not noticing anything. They were looking at a different direction, what were they supposed to do about it? It was only until Wisteriawren’s call that they realized the patrol might not be alone. And it was backed up by Heroneye and Softpaw’s claim as well. So they damn knew there was something there. It couldn’t have been an outsider if the patrol didn’t catch any scent. Unless the figure rolled in mud. But if it was the ghost, why would he appear now of all times in the Thicket? It didn’t make sense. And they’ve never heard of a cat dying in the Sleepy Thicket, so the risks of the patrol getting wiped out are low. “Calm down, Softpaw” they mewed in a gentle yet quieted way
They tried to pick up any noise, their movements were slow as to not provoke any sound. It’s suddenly became unnervingly quiet. They still held on to the chance that the ghost, if there was one, could be kind. Or at least not bloodthirsty. They can’t assume anything before they get true confirmation. They watched Heroneye and her apprentice crouch forward, wondering if they should follow behind or stay put; would it be great for the patrol to split up, or stick together? Incase of an attack from something it’d be great to stick together but if they really wanted to investigate they’d have to split up
[ @Fits - Heron ] [ @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Soft ] [ @Rose - Wisteria ]
[Haunted Thicket! Real ghost encounter!? Like and subscribe to riverclan /silly]
She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch | ft. Unknown?
"A ghost?!" Wisteriawren echoed, wide blue and gold eyes turning on Softpaw at the apprentice's exclamation. "Surely not." She murmured, but her voice betrayed the uncertainty in her heart. Were ghosts really that outlandish, considering... this was RiverClan.
Her fur stood on edge, clawless paws kneading at the ground anxiously as they went, gaze flitting from tree to tree, brow furrowed with a mixture of concern and bewilderment. Maybe it was a figment of her imagination, maybe it was the tension in her mind creating things that were not real, but Wisteriawren couldn't help the yelp of terror she emitted as she stepped on a twig, leaping two feet in the air at the snapping noise and landing back on the ground with her tail bushed and pointing upward.
[ Spirital Encounter Active ]
She felt silly after a moment, face warming with embarassment at likely having alarmed the entire party. "My bad, I'm sor-" Her apology got cut off as something flashed again at the edge of her vision again. "Oh no. No, no, no, what is that?!"
The former kittypet's ears pinned back as she backed up into her patrolmates, a half-formed, blurry shadow stalking towards them.
Heroneye's mouth tensed as she walked, her tail beginning to lash slightly behind her. With each word her patrolmates spoke, she became more and more apprehensive. As much as she understood--and could relate to--their nervousness, it took just about every ounce of strength in her body to keep from hissing, Please, be quiet! Perhaps that wasn't very becoming of the Lionheart, but... well, she was nervous, too!
Heroneye just about jumped out of her pelt when Wisteriawren suddenly cried out with fear, and she was fully ready for some kind of Clan-threatening creature to come stalking out of the undergrowth. But, oh, her Clanmate had just startled herself by stepping on a twig. They all seemed to be fairly on-edge, so it was understandable. Regardless, Heroneye allowed the bristling fur on her back to flatten again. That is, of course, until some kind of Clan-threatening creature did come stalking out of the undergrowth, and the Lionheart just about jumped out of her pelt all over again.
Even as she stared directly at the figure, it remained blurry, as though her mind simply could not bring itself to form its true image. Horrors beyond cat comprehension? Fine, Heroneye could work with that. If her mind was trying to protect her, fine! It was doing a pretty good job of that, considering her sanity was still intact (Heroneye was fairly certain). She had to stay, anyway. Running away and wailing like a kit wasn't very Lionheart-like, no matter how much she may have wanted to..!
"Who are you?" Heroneye mustered after several heartbeats, voice wavering. She swallowed once before continuing. "What are you doing in RiverClan territory?" Heroneye gnashed her teeth together as soon as the words left her mouth; something told her that the usual stock intruder confrontation phrases probably wouldn't be so effective. Well, hopefully they would be, because Heroneye was just about three heartbeats away from making a run for it back to the Twoleg den.
Heroneye's mouth tensed as she walked, her tail beginning to lash slightly behind her. With each word her patrolmates spoke, she became more and more apprehensive. As much as she understood--and could relate to--their nervousness, it took just about every ounce of strength in her body to keep from hissing, Please, be quiet! Perhaps that wasn't very becoming of the Lionheart, but... well, she was nervous, too!
Heroneye just about jumped out of her pelt when Wisteriawren suddenly cried out with fear, and she was fully ready for some kind of Clan-threatening creature to come stalking out of the undergrowth. But, oh, her Clanmate had just startled herself by stepping on a twig. They all seemed to be fairly on-edge, so it was understandable. Regardless, Heroneye allowed the bristling fur on her back to flatten again. That is, of course, until some kind of Clan-threatening creature did come stalking out of the undergrowth, and the Lionheart just about jumped out of her pelt all over again.
Even as she stared directly at the figure, it remained blurry, as though her mind simply could not bring itself to form its true image. Horrors beyond cat comprehension? Fine, Heroneye could work with that. If her mind was trying to protect her, fine! It was doing a pretty good job of that, considering her sanity was still intact (Heroneye was fairly certain). She had to stay, anyway. Running away and wailing like a kit wasn't very Lionheart-like, no matter how much she may have wanted to..!
"Who are you?" Heroneye mustered after several heartbeats, voice wavering. She swallowed once before continuing. "What are you doing in RiverClan territory?" Heroneye gnashed her teeth together as soon as the words left her mouth; something told her that the usual stock intruder confrontation phrases probably wouldn't be so effective. Well, hopefully they would be, because Heroneye was just about three heartbeats away from making a run for it back to the Twoleg den.
Softpaw looked at her mentor, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the creature. Softpaw stood up, standing behind her mentor, her tail tucking underneath her legs in pure fear and terror as she looked at the creature. "Foxmoon was right! There's a ghost! It's a fuzzy black cat like creature just like uncle Foxmoon said!" Softpaw gasped, her eyes wide in fear. Softpaw whimpered and took a step back.
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan, he has a semi-open den policy. <33 Mention me where ever just Vm me first Willowtail of Riverclan is Tier 3 Beefed Up and Agatha Kitty ! Both active<3 Blackberry is Moonclan's Medicine cat! He has a open den policy!! Softdove and Crowsong and the med cats of Treeclan and Fogclan, they have open den policies!
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૮ ྀིྀིྀི₍ ⸝⸝•̥\./•̥⸝⸝ ₎ ྀིა felix left a fawn here
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The warrior looked at Wisteria’s nervous form. She’s scared, and to admit, they were starting to feel chills creeping up too from the whole ghost thing; But they knew they can’t just start acting scared all of a sudden. Everyone on the patrol was already just as scared, and if not maybe even more. They moved a few steps closer, but their paws came to a sudden halt after they turned their head at figure’s odd..presence. They couldn’t make out what it was under the blurry form the thing took on. Sunsetgleam felt their fur stand up ever so slightly. So it actually was a ghost. They really need to calm down, it’s not attacking the patrol..at least not yet. So that means it's not that big of a threat yet; And they really shouldn’t make it a threat by acting hostile to it. They didn’t know what a ghost, or at least this one, was capable of. And they didn’t want to figure out now. Maybe..they can make peace out of this, they just had to try and see before they could make any possibly horrible decisions
They cleared their throat, taking a single step closer to it as their eyes narrowed slightly; as much as they tried to focus, it was hard to. But it was even harder to look away. Their heartbeat quickened as their body felt more tense. And deep breaths aren’t exactly working either right now "Is..what are you doing here? is there a reason or…?" well..who knows, could be something important the thing's trying to tell them? Some sort of warning or information..ghost don’t typically do stuff like this on a regular basis. It could also be something else..possible the ghost was just bored or have gotten lost. They don't know yet "If not, you should probably get going soon” they tried their best to be a little more considerate of this…ghost? Now they knew for certain that dead cats could weave their way into the territory somehow for some reason..interesting fact. Wait, does this mean ghost cats could appear anywhere at anytime..? That sounds like a problem waiting to take place someday.
This place felt eerie now, stepping paw in it after so long. The deputy ignored the tightness around her heart at the thought of disturbing the rest of these cats. Countless warriors who had given their lives for RiverClan, some who she didn't know and others who Dusklion... did. Goosefury, for one. It made her wonder just briefly if this was right. But the thought of her Clanmates coming here to grieve, letting their walls down, and then being ambushed by cats from the other three Clans because the cowards had taken advantage of their disappearance and stunk up their territory... she would burn the whole forest down if that happened.
So, the best course of action, was to move the ones they could to the new gravesite, which would be the abandoned twoleg den they had stayed at. It had significance, and would hopefully be closer to the new camp whenever they found that. "...Thanks for comin' with me, you two," Dusklion looked up to her companions, Deerspark and Carpthroat. She had been surprised when the both of them had agreed to her request, because she was convinced that she would have to do it alone. Digging up bones and corpses, and moving them? No cat in the entire Clan would ever want to do that, despite the logical reasoning the deputy had - prevent the other three Clans from having an advantage over them of knowing their territory.
"We'll be movin' 'em to the abandoned twoleg den, 'n that'll be our Clan's new gravesite. I'm hopin' the new camp isn't too far from the den since Fades 'n I talked about scoutin' near the cliffs of Lionsbeach, 'n the den is already close to Lionsrange." Looking back to the mounds, Dusklion sucked in a breath. "Once we dig 'em up, we'll bring 'em over where the... the graves we dug from the battle are. I think Duskleaf tucked them around this closed-off area, so they'll be protected..."
After a moment the deputy allowed silence to flutter down between them, wishing that she could just close her eyes, open them, and have this already be done. Her heart sent a silent prayer that Fury and Lions would forgive her for what she was about to do in the name of keeping RiverClan safe. "...You ready?"
Carpthroat
RiverClan Warrior - 25 Moons - She / Her
Carpthroat dipped her head to Dusklion. ´´It´s the least we can do,´´ She replied, green eyes glittering with unreadable emotions. ´´Besides, I agree that they should be moved. The other Clans drove us out once, and I bet that, in time, they´ll most certainly try again. I wouldn´t want our deceased Clanmates to be trampled over by the very same cats who killed them.´´
A shudder ran down Carpthroat´s spine. ´´I wouldn´t put it past Twilightstar, Bumblestar, and Dawnstar to team up and drive us out again.´´
In all honesty, Carpthroat would like to sink her claws into Twilightstar for the things she´d done, and although she´d never admit it in front of Dusklion, she was sure that the RiverClan Deputy felt the same way.
The massive, marbled rosetted tabby shouldered her way through the undergrowth until she reached the graves. With a respectful nod to Dusklion and Deerspark, Carpthroat lowered her head to pay her respects for a quick moment.
After a few heartbeats, the RiverClanner lifted her head and began to dig, her huge paws making wonders as they scraped up the dirt rather quickly. She grabbed the body that lay in the grave by the scruff and hauled it out, stopping in front of Dusklion. ´´I wish more cats would´ve volunteered,´´ She mewed. ´´At least we would have had more help with carrying the bodies over to the Twoleg den.´´
Without interfering, Goosefury had watched as his Clan made their way back to their home. The abandoned nest they had scrounged into a temporary camp had served its purpose; it was time for his Clan to return to their rightful place. They hadn't died out in the mountains, and that counted for something, at least.
Dusklion was often the subject of his daily watches. He knew she admired him, and he'd come to to the same after quite some time. In the moons following Fallownose's murder, especially in light of the exile, she had grown. That wasn't something he could ignore, nor did he wish to.
With her having returned to RiverClan land, he could see her clearly. Moving the bodies would be no easy task... and he wondered if he himself had ever ended up in his Clan's graveyard. The events up until Sparrowskip's ceremony were no longer clear when he tried to look back. Maybe now he could get some closure, and get a fresh look at Dusklion as well.
His pawsteps were silent as he wavered into view a tree-length or so in front of Dusklion, green eye bright with starlight. "Be careful with my body, if it managed to find its way here somehow," he hummed. "I would hate to have to go back to being disappointed in you for something so trivial."
[ Goosefury is visible to all members of the patrol, and your characters are welcome to attempt to interact with him, but he will most likely only react to Dusklion. @taillow @paedyn @Marigoldwhisper ]
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