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He was feeling more like himself today- more energy than he had as of late thanks to his numerous injuries and fights to recover from. Perhaps time to speak with a…friend? Yeah- yeah she was a friend. He scanned the den before seeing her, padding up carefully. “RedMire, how’ve ya been?” he asked, considering how it had been a while.
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Her happiness was largely noticeable for himself…it was sweet. Then upon his question she dimmed. Crap- did he mess up? No- no her smile was back. It was okay. He listened as she explained. Sure- loner and clan life were the only things he’d ever know as long as it was up to him. He simply wasn’t built for that kind of life, to be catered to and taken care of and not having to do anything…it didn’t entertain his thoughts.
WisteriaWren had to flee…her two-le- upwalker…Greta?…Greta passed away. It was even evident to himself, even though he wouldn’t say anything about it. “Oh…I’m- sorry…” he shared sincere condolences with the cat he cared so much for. He leaned down and rested his head on hers for a moment before lifting himself again and just…staring for a few moments. Such sad events happened to her but…in a way there was a joy to it? If…Greta hadn't passed then WisteriaWren most likely wouldn’t be here and RowanMane had no idea what he’d do without her.
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Re: RiverClan Warriors' Den
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Originally Posted by Dolomedes
Seabreeze
Seabreeze gave a surprised yelp as someone kicked him and he whipped around, ears ringing and his breath picking up as his first thoughts went to another ( albeit strange ) invasion of Riverclan’s camp. They were supposed to be safe! They are hidden! Wild eyes turned onto the apprentice before he finally realized that it was just a bothersome flea and not some sorely confused attacking warrior. He exhaled loudly. “Your gonna get yourself clawed if you do that to the wrong person… what’s up?”
Aspenpaw rolled his eyes at the remark but bit back at the words he wanted to reply with. Couldn't be rude to the cat he was just about ask a favor from now could he, wouldn't be the smartest move he ever made. Now where had he gotten this exact advise from again? Oh right this good for nothing pile of fur. Or well more accurately not exactly good for nothing. He was good at something and he would teach it to aspenpaw, after that he would go back to be good for nothing and waste of the apprentices time.
"I've come to realise that Fadingstar wouldn't have made you a lionheart for no reason which means you must be good at something. So I've come to request you teach whatever it was you were good at" he answered trying to explain it briefly and as straightforward as possible. Hopefully seabreeze wouldn't put up much of a fuss and just come with him willingly beside what kind of warrior would turn down an apprentice asking for training from them specifically.
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Amberflare laid quietly in her nest, the only noise coming from her was a soft hum. A shiny rock, plucked from her daunting collection, fidgeted between her paws. A simple but enjoyable activity. Nothing but uninterrupted fun...at least that's what she assured herself. Was she lazy? Shouldn't she be doing something? There were better things to do than play with a rock. These thoughts echoed dimly at the back of her mind but she stayed put, enjoying her peace as her anxiety brewed.
Amberflare laid quietly in her nest, the only noise coming from her was a soft hum. A shiny rock, plucked from her daunting collection, fidgeted between her paws. A simple but enjoyable activity. Nothing but uninterrupted fun...at least that's what she assured herself. Was she lazy? Shouldn't she be doing something? There were better things to do than play with a rock. These thoughts echoed dimly at the back of her mind but she stayed put, enjoying her peace as her anxiety brewed.
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[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\29 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]
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Deerspark stared. He didn't intend too, he never did, but wide sage green eyes stared back at the dark figure that loomed over him. He would've blinked if he could've, but his eyes were glued in their position, his tongue slack against the soft pallet of his mouth. Too many arms... It had too many. It was an infinite staring contest, pale white eyes gnawing into him like the jaws of a hungry shark.
He was really just trying to fall asleep. And he had, until he felt his world blur and shadows dance into his vision. For how many times this had happened, Deerspark was sure he shouldn't of been so effected. But each time fear plagued him like a disease that only came when he was winding in and out of sleep.
After what seemed like hours, his eyelids closed, and the sting of protest that came from his lack of blinking left him, the dull from of pain from his jaw coming back to him steadily, and reality was now more than his sleep paralysis demon. He shuffled in his nest, one decorated with moth wings and the soft insides of cattails. Feathers trembled from each side of his mossbed. He should've been cozy, but now he was far from it.
That was a great experience, Deerspark thought with dripping sarcasm. Same time next week? Thanks, you're a pal.
The heat in the den had soon became suffocating, so, he rose to his paws and stepped outside for a moment, welcoming the bitter pain of cold that struck through his thin fur. He was alive. At first he wasn't sure, but now he knew.
As he turned back to the warriors den, he spotted his clanmate spinning something between her paws. Large ears perked. It was a rock. A pretty one for that matter. Deerspark tilted his head, his chilled body probably quaking to warm itself since he lacked a good amount of muscle. A twig, yes. Deerspark found himself gaining the courage to talk to his clanmate. He'd just had a one sided fight with the creepiest thing known to man, so he was pretty sure he had no right to be scared of conversation.
As he stood, he spoke to the cat he recognized as Amberflare. He hadn't talked to her... but that was nothing. He barely talked to anycat. "Hello?" He began, tithing his head and letting the lopsided fur on his face cover his eye. "I uh.... I like. Rocks too."
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Re: RiverClan Warriors' Den
