RiverClan Warriors' Den

[occultation]

Slatestripe blinked open his eyes and stretched, slowly waking up from his nap. He’d dreamt of something terrible, of blood washing through RiverClan’s camp like some sort of horrific river. The nightmare made him think again of his persistent concerns about Hawkpaw and Marigoldleap. He figured Pikestar would keep a close enough eye on the apprentice, considering he was the cat’s mentor. Marigoldleap, on the other paw? She needed someone to watch her.

Getting to his paws, he prepped to search for her.

( @Witchy Angelique )

[Weekend-Wondering]

Willowfeather
She/Her
*Fluffy white she-cat with redish brown patches, Pale green eyes.*
(Warrior, RC)


The smile Willowfeather was currently forcing herself to leave on her cheeks, was beginning to cause her a splintering ache, just around each side of her muzzle. But the fluffy warrior still kept it up. She felt if she looked optimistic, her unhappy brother might just pick it up from her. The tips of her ears flattened the smallest bit, as she struggled to figure out what her next words would be. And she wasn’t even the lazy one who had just woken up! Suddenly, an idea popped into her seemingly broken brain. ’Hey! That’s an idea… Let’s blame him for being lazy! Like all siblings should, right?’ She chuckled at her own thought, and slitted her pale green eyes, before shifting her head to stare directly at Nightclaw. “Nightmare, hmmmm.” The strange molly began, the end of her tail curling in satisfaction of the perfect conversation choice. “Well- If you weren’t sitting her, like a lazy clump of black hair, you wouldn’t be having them, hm?”

She giggled. Though it was mostly a joke, Willowfeather couldn’t help but wonder how big of a nerve she had cracked. The opened her jaws, to continue the accusing way of speaking with the black cat sitting in the nest just in front of her, but immediately thought better of it. ’Have to admit… I don’t want my pelt getting shaved off today, do I?’

Willowfeather smiled her abnormal smile once the ache had faded away completely, and widened her eyes, waiting for her brother’s response.

@Robin feather
// I apologize for the very awkward reply \\

[Ragwort]

@Gunnar
Sourpatch meowed a greeting "hiya" she meowed softly

[Spartan-117]

@RogueSkeleton
The larger warrior looks at the she-cat. "Greetings." he says guardedly before standing.

[Ragwort]

Originally Posted by Gunnar

@RogueSkeleton
The larger warrior looks at the she-cat. "Greetings." he says guardedly before standing.

"hello" Sourpatch meowed "it's a nice morning isn't it?" she meowed softly

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by RogueSkeleton

"hello" Sourpatch meowed "it's a nice morning isn't it?" she meowed softly

"yes, it is." He says, wondering what this warrior could want from him.

[wolfie]

Wormbite slept.

[Poprock]

Featherflame huffed.

[Robin feather]

Nightclaw

The grumpy black tom rolled his eyes and sighed. “I guess you’re right. Wanna go hunting? It’ll get me off my butt.” Nightclaw didn’t usually agree with his sister’s ideas but anything worked to cover for what he had truly been doing. He got to his paws, waiting for his sister’s response to the hunting suggestion. The Clan always needed food. How could she refuse the offer?

{ @DreamDaze }
[ Super late reply, sorry! ]

[Red'fur]

(( Mossfall ))

* She entered the den and laid down in her nest. She was tired and was also kinda of waiting for Rainglow. She thought of her having kits and caring for her and she quickly looked down at her belly and curled around it protectively. She was ready to care for her own little ones. Her belly may not have been swollen, but she still curled around it. *
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@FredTheFrog