RiverClan Territory

[Silverfur & Co]

Originally Posted by redshiftreign

 

[FONT="System”] you’re nobody ‘till somebody wants you dead.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader (always active)

[ @Silverfur & Co [featherspirit], @Dust [cherryswirl]

“the curse of short fur; i’ve half a mind to hibernate for the winter with the so.” rushwater agreed with a deadpan but humorous tone, stick still held tight in his jaws. while he was certain he saw moss year round, winter moss didn’t feel the same as the springy and soft layer from the warmer seasons. plus, he assumed it didn’t grow as fast in the cold, so they’d have to start rationing it eventually. such was the curse of the cold seasons.

rushwater tilted his head up at cherryswirl’s inquiry, ear pining her direction. “well, i suppose i’ll handle the spiders.” its fitting for the cold blooded to deal with the cold blooded, he thought with a twinge of amusement, but his expression remained as stern and deadpan as usual; the ever indiscerable and unreadable slate-grey tom. he dipped his head down as, speaking of the devil, he spotted a particularly nice web still gleaming with morning dew. with a flick of his ear indicating his plan, he broke off from the group and strode a few foxlengths from the riverside to investigate.

he tilted his head, stick held out, towards the web when a spindly little creature- an orb weaver, he supposed -descended in attempts to defend its web. rushwater’s heart practically slammed against his ribs- he took a step back, brow furrowing. so, if this spider wanted to fight for its web, so be it. brave as it was, it would live to regret its audacity. rushwater steeled himself despite his initial surprise and aimed a strong breath through his teeth at the spider, knocking the pitiful little thing to the cold ground. without waiting for it to realize, he swirled the stick in the web and trotted back towards the patrol, keeping an eye out for more nice webs or sticks.

+1 cobweb on a stick

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Originally Posted by Dust

Cherryswirl smiled wide as each cat confirmed their answers, nodding appreciatively to Featherspirit then giving an amused smirk to Rushwater,

"Thank you so much for your bravery, Rushwater," She teased softly, tail flicking in his general direction. Though, they really should get a move on with this patrol. It seemed time was ticking away and their trip to the river adding a bit of extended time - not to mention Cherry's less brisk walk due to her healing injuries. After another minute of trotting, she paced alongside the river in search of a lovely lush bunch of moss. Mmm, she could imagine to softness of her own nest back in camp. The sensation seemed to drag on her paws as an unexpected sleepiness overtook her limbs. If there was one good thing, it was that she had gotten more sleep than ever. Cherryswirl stopped for a moment, giving a dramatic look around the area. Eyes quickly landed on a lush looking patch placed perfectly atop a rock, a purr rumbling in her chest. All it needed was a beautifully timed sun shaft to light it up and it would be like a blessing from the star cats themselves.

"Perfect," She whispered to herself, quickly moving over to begin her meticulous cutting away of moss with her claws. Thankfully, this clump seemed to be in good shape and as one... and then two clumps of moss fell to the ground - Cherryswirl leaned down to grab both between her jaws. Eugh. The only downside was the weird taste of dirt on her tongue. It was nice and soft though! Slightly spongey... but soft. The older warrior quickly made her way back to where she had meandered away from the two,

"Moss'h got." She meowed, her mouth full, "Feathersp'hirit, Rushwater, any sh'luck with sh'ticks and moss'h? We should get a mo'of on soon!"

[ @redshiftreign - Rushwater | @Silverfur & Co - Featherspirit ]

Featherspirit had more sticks with cobwebs and picked up some moss as well and she Murs softly "gt som' to'" she mews with a mouth full of stick and moss.

[redshiftreign]

 

you’re nobody ‘till somebody wants you dead.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader (always active)

[ @Silverfur & Co [featherspirit], @Dust [cherryswirl]

on his way back, rushwater saw a few more sizable webs and good sticks which he made quick work of collecting.

+2 more cobweb on a stick

he headed back to the group, nearly snorting a low laugh when he heard cherryswirl's mouth-full mumbles. he had to look comical with a mouth full of sticks and webs, too- was that a spider still on the web? he tilted it away from his face a bit and let his hackles raise slightly. a fear of spiders was quite unbecoming of a warrior like himself, even if it was minor, so he tried to ignore the small creature and instead focus on his patrol mates.

"y'uh, th'nk dats 'nuff?" he said through his three sticks sticks, "sooner we get back th' bett'uh" and the sooner he could make distance between himself and this horrible little bug- it was crawling down the stick towards his muzzle. rushwater wanted to claw it off, but he kept his cool and watched it move like an eagle watching a field mouse.

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[Dust]

Cherryswirl couldn't help but snort in amusement at the sight of the other two, their speech just as muffled as hers. A low purr rumbled in her chest - trying her best to remain as serious as possible... but oh, how impossible. She was never one for it.

"I sh'ink so!" She meowed in response to Rushwater, nodding her head to both warriors, "Lets'h head back to camp!" Readjusting the moss patches in her mouth - cringing once more at the iron-y taste of dirt, Cherryswirl began to lead them back in the direction of camp -

[ Will continue when I wake up so we can deposit everything in camp ]

[ @redshiftreign - Rushwater | @Silverfur & Co - Featherspirit ]

[Goopysharkboi]

William was waiting for someone. Someone who promised to bring him information regarding Riverclan and it's cats. Splashfur soon padded over to William.
"So... Did they find the corpse?"
"Yes, William. They are hosting 2 burials as Gingerstar passed away a few days ago."
"Good. Make sure that Charredkit is lured out of camp and bring him to me by tonight. Or you will meet the same fate as Ashwolf did." William Growled before walking away.

Sootpelt had eavesdropped the whole thing and knew of the plan. She began to head back to camp nervously. Splashfur soon approached her.
"You will tell nobody what you heard, alright?"
"Shut up, traitor. I'll tell Larkwing/Larkstar what you're doing. And that you're working with william." Sootpelt hissed at Splashfur before running back to camp with Splashfur giving chase.

[Kass]

Sun’moon
Non-binary | 23 moons | warrior | split Personality

oh my! Look, look moon! The pretty colors of the leaves oh so pretty! sun pipped up as his golden and blue eyes skimmed around him with joy. Moon grumbles something under his breath as they continued on their merry way. Moon! Moon! Should we bring some back for the kittens in the nursery? I bet they’ll love these pretty colors…oh! Oh! And afterwards we can play a fun game of moss ball! The kittens really love that game! moon paused for a moment his retort caught in his throat…or their throat. Sure whatever moon grunted as sun began to stoop to pick up some bright red leafs. just more crap to pick up later moon retorts under his breath. After collecting a few sun happily pads towards the sound of a small stream his golden and blue fur snagging on a few low hanging branches of a dying old tree next to him. Couching down he lapped at the water unaware of the cat whom was stalking him from behind.

Then came the sound of a cracking noise. Sun flinched then slowly turned around his wide owl-like eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise. Stop being so damn paranoid sun! moon snapped. It was probably just some squirrel jumping from branches and dislodging a dead one, grow up. sun slowly nodded after his other half said something logical. R-right… he murmured softly. Right before a massive paw slammed into his hind quarters ripping though his fluffy fur. With a loud startled screech sun bolted forward on unsteady paws. I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A SQUIRREL MOONY! sun screeched as blood oozed from his upper right leg. How the hell am I supposed to know what’s going on around us! Stars damn it sunny I’m not some starclan cat who can see everything! moon spat. Sunny felt bad for yelling at moon and quickly murmured an apology before craning his neck back to view the damage.

It was somewhat deep so whoever attacked him was strong and…had long large claws. Then came the same unsettling crack from his right. Before something or someone flashed out from the shadows and attacked him. Hitting both sun and moon and slamming them into the ground. Claws tore through their fur as sun tried his best to kick off the attacker. The flurries of claws and teeth made it hard to focus on how exactly this cat looked. Although it looked like a brown and cream tabby that…from time to time twitched and cracked. With a final heave sun kicked the attacker away and watched through half lidded eyes as they disappeared into the shadows. Then he was met with darkness.

@redshiftreign

[redshiftreign]

 

you’re nobody ‘till somebody wants you dead.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader (always active)

[ @Sundrop [sunmoon] ]

rushwater, ever observant, had noticed a minute detail some other warrior might have overlooked. the gently disturbed reeds, dented grass where paws had stepped, a glimpse of loner-stench. he’d noticed the smell on a solo self-assigned border patrol, and he’d immediately shifted course to follow the trail through riverclan’s sprawling territory. winding and tricky, rushwater soon reached a point a bit deeper in the territory.

the scent of fresh blood caught his nose, replacing the loner scent. focusing, he noticed it was familiar- rushwater leapt from the shrubbery, claws unsheathed and claws bared. he landed a few tail-lengths from the crumbled split-pelted warrior, ready to shed loner blood in defense of his clanmate. much to his dismay, he was just a moment too late. he watched a brown-and-cream tail disappear into the shadows. he lunged in hot pursuit, but found that the loner had all but vanished-

”stars damn it!” snarled the blue-grey tomcat upon realizing that his trail had gotten away- his temper was only smothered by the blood-scent that reminded him that sunmoon was wounded. rush whipped around to see the familiar warrior, who at one time might have called him a friend, on the ground. he stepped closer, a tightness akin to apprehension or dread in his chest despite his rhadamanthine expression of steel. “oh, starclan.” he murmured, drawing closer, hackles still raised in alarm.

rushwater was no medicine cat, that much was certain. he wasn’t good at keeping himself healthy, no less being health conscious of others, so his first instinct being to gently tap the younger warrior and say “sunmoon? sun?” those scratches won’t kill you, at least get to the medicine den before you go unconscious- though he tried to curb his concern, he couldn’t lie: he did not like seeing the peppier warrior hurt.

[rush is sooo bad at showing his concern. i swear he’s not as stone hearted as he loves to act.]

[Kass]

Sun’moon
Non-binary | 23 moons | warrior | split personality

stars dang it! Sun had been out for a while or that’s what it felt like. Hearing another cats voice faintly in his ears he slowly blinked his eyes open. The first thing he saw were paws..just plain blue paws nothing more nothing less. Eyes trailing up the legs that said paws were connected to he happened to see an old familiar face. Blinking in surprise the injured warrior bolted up a bright smile plastered onto his face. Rushyy! sun purred in enjoyment completely forgetting about his injury. Although as he tried to stand he was sharply reminded by the harsh pain in his upper right leg. damn it sun quit putting weight onto that leg. a deeper more mature voice, obliviously moon snapped. Cheer up moon! It’ll leave a cool scar and a good story to tell the kittens in the nursery. he pipped up. Attention turned towards rush who was probably concerned about sun talking to himself. Ohh! You haven’t met moon yet correct? Probably not since we haven’t talked in a realllyyyy long time! Yep! Yep! Rushy meet moon and moon meet rushy! Although he looked crazy he and moon had come together after sun had fallen off of a cliff not too long ago. Sure it wasn’t that high up but he did hit his head and was out cold for a few days straight.

We should probably go get theses checked out! Alright onwards towards the medicine cats den! sun had definitely never grown out of his kit phase and that was clearly obvious.

@redshiftreign

[redshiftreign]

 

you’re nobody ‘till somebody wants you dead.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader (always active)

[ @Sundrop [sunmoon] ]

rushwater strode quickly up besides sunmoon, though the development of this ‘moon’ fellow was a surprise to him, he recovered his wits fast. “pleasure to make your acquaintance, moon.” rushwater said, not unkindly, but as cool and calculated as he often was. it’d be an. . . adjustment, to say the least. rushwater was far from educated on the idea of two separate- personalities? things? people? -sharing a body, and the idea, at first had seemed absurd to him. then again, he’d seen cats come back from the dead and ghosts walk dreams, so what really is absurdity? regardless, it wasn’t his place to pass judgement or assign validity, so he shooed the cynical thought (he had gotten awfully bad with his cynicism- it was becoming a nasty habit.)

it was both deeply endearing and mind-numbingly annoying that, even after all these moons, his nickname- “rushy” remained.

“sun, lean on me as we walk. y- moon’s correct here, i don’t think using that leg is going to do you any good. we’ll have to let larkstar know of violent loners in the territory. . . i-“ rushwater trailed off for a moment, guilt briefly flickering behind those rhadamanthine indigo eyes. he should have been faster- tracked that damn loner sooner. chased them down and ended them for the safety of the clan. if rushwater had been better, sun wouldn’t be bleeding right now.

on that train of thought, if rush had stayed friends with sunmoon when they were younger, if they never had drifted apart, maybe rush would have already been here to defend him. at the root of everything, the one at fault was him. without fail, without exception, rushwater would find a way to pin the blame on himself.

it was a horrible spiral, one that made rushwater’s hackles raise slightly, and dread constrict his chest like a boa. not now, he pleaded, shoving the creeping terror down, down, down. he swallowed guilt, regret and fear like it was his first bite of prey and moons, and steeled himself. a fortress, with walls so high and thick not even sunlight could penetrate.

just like that, rushwater felt the gift of apathy soothe his fears. he focused on this moment, and in this moment, he needed to get a bleeding, injured warrior to the medicine den.

“let’s get you to the medicine den, suns.”

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[c1nder]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　 KoiViolet - Female She/Her - pale orange and light gray splotched molly with light-blue eyes. Purrks - The Collector - Herbal Knowledge t1 - Chamomile, Goldenrod, Borage ˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙


Clearly not happy at all with her patrolmate, she grumbled under her breath. "I was explainin' what the 'erbs looked like n' all, but apparently you can't bat an ear to liste'." She muttered through the Goldenrod in her maw. Flicking her patched tail in an irritable manner, she padded off again. Still muttering about something she glanced around, looking for the flowers she needed.

Koiviolet rolled a 13 and a 3! (Success, Borage.)

Aha! The blue blooms that faded into pink were fairly easy to spot, considering they were blue. Carefully using her paws to dig up the plant, she left the one next to it to grow. And brought the roots of the plant to a small stream nearby to rid it of any dirt. Finishing this, KoiViolet set off in search of Chamomile and Poppy.

Koiviolet rolled a 14 and a 1! (Success, Chamomile)

White Petals caught her eye, one layered with branching leaves, key characteristics of Chamomile, one of the two which she still needed to find. Plucking the flowers from the stem, she pocketed it figuratively.

Koiviolet rolled a 7 and a 4! (Success, Poppy)

And finally, bright red flowers were in full view, but several rats swarmed the playful blooms, best not to disturb them. "Now I don't wanna 'ive Falconfeather n' Tansypaw 'ore work than those two 'eed." She muttered, turning back to see if Ottersplash had done something, anything to be useful. If she hadn't well... Koiviolet wouldn't hesitate to report such incompetence.

Realizing her maw was completely full of herbs, she turned to return towards camp, Hoping with all her heart Ottersplash does something.

● +4 Borage (Roots, Seeds (4 per flower), Leaves. +2 Chamomile. Storage: 8/8 ●

(I don't really know how to explain it? It's just something I picked up on after watching others n stuff? I roll a d20 to see if she finds so something then a d4 to see what it is. I lower her DC (difficulty class) because she has the Collector, which both allows you to hold more (hence why she has 8 slots instead of 5) and find stuff easier)

- @Spooky Snowyfeathr

[Goopysharkboi]

William stood still in the territory for a few seconds. This could get him killed or hated, but whatever. A loner corpse- a queen approximately 24 moons of age- was on his back. He turned towards the outskirts and after legitimately marking the corpse with his scent he walked away again. Sootpelt had been on a small walk that night and saw the corpse. Almost immediately she knew what William had done.
"WILLIAM I SWEAR TO STARCLAN YOU NEED TO STOP DOING THIS!" she hissed in the direction the scent came from. Then she started dragging the corpse back to camp.