Marigoldkit
She, Her\Kit\7 moons/Riverclan
"Keep your head up! You need to look at the world around you!"
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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(If this post wasn't ever supposed to be open, jay can ignore marigold!)
Long hard days of traveling. Marigoldkit had walked on her own, finding that she finally had the capability to do so. She wasn't fast by any means, in face she was horribly slow. She had to break into a trot every so often just to keep from falling miserably behind.
Now, with sore paws and rocks cutting mercilessly at her paw pads, Marigoldkit was more than ready for a large nap. She couldn't keep her eyes open, and she might just topple over if... Oh stars, a clan meeting.
Was she still not meant to attend those? Did she even want to? Would somecat be brutally murdered by a rock or something? Marigoldkit shivered her teeth bitting down in a clench. Hazel eyes scanned the rock filled area feverishly. Somecat familiar, please, please, please, please. An oddly injured cat came into view with pale fur that held a blue-ish sheen. Oh, it was Mr. Shiny! Hopefully he wouldn't mind company, and if she stayed by him then perhaps he could tell her whether or not she should be here.
"Hello, Mr--- UHHHHHH JAYFROST. It's so good to see you! How've you been feeling? Anything hurt? Have those medicine cats patched you up yet?" Her eyes flicked around camp. Maybe she could find some herbs around here if it's really needed, but she didn't wanna step on anycats toes. "You don't need to answer those questions, it's okay! Uh, mind if I sit next to you? My paw pads are screaming but I'm sure they'll be alright. Stuff like that builds character, right? Plus, I might, maybe, perhaps, be an apprentice soon... And I didn't wanna burden any warrior to carry a cat as big as me."
glazed steel blue eyes vaguely focussed back on reality and what was happening when a small voice nudged the tom back out of thought. angular, oriental shaped head tipped sidewards and down he gave the kit a smile, she looked better than the last time they spoke and sounded a lot more engaged in clan life as well. the light mollies comment about his injuries reminded him of the stiff tension that dried blood had left on pale tabbied pelt and he shifted awkwardly. "im fine, 's not urgent" the tom replied with a slight shrug, thoughts briefly wandering to thunderclans deputy and the words he had spat right before turning to leave, perhaps this would look very different had fadingsun not called for evacuation...he shouldve called earlier though.
a flick of his tail would have to do its duty as an invitation to sit as the warrior attempted to find some of the burning passion and anger he had felt during the raid. he knew he would protect marigoldkit, no matter how close she was to beeing an apprentice or if she were one already, but was still left with no passion but a whole lot of tired, aching muscles and bones instead. "i could carry you if need be"
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"i wish things were different, but it werent us who changed."
A meeting. It felt a bit different being so far from the clan's actual camp. That rock looks pretty tough to climb but Fadingsun seems to be doing alright for now. The tabby walked forward into the crowd. A small crowd, but'll definitely grow as time passes. They took a seat, tail curling around their paws. Sunsetpaw may have just arrived a few minutes ago but they definitely won't be missing this one.
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Duskleaf heard Fadingsun's call and padded over to…StarClan knows what this was. It was really tall and looked like it’d be a pain to climb constantly. It was certainly a relief to have finally reached somewhere that could be used as a new camp, far from those stars-damned other clans and by the looks of it, close enough to water. Realising that he would still get to eat salmon, Duskleaf let out a sigh of relief. It did have some home comforts, this place. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Meetings still being held also made it feel slightly more homelike, despite being several days of travel away. It could never truly replace RiverClan’s old territory but it would at least be a decent place to stay until it was time to return.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Witheredstar is the current leader of SunClan, she has an open den policy!
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Still a tad bit confused, Raccoonsun sat walked into the clearing for the meeting.
She took a guess that this was definitely clan tradition, something she was just starting to learn.
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Join SunClan! ART SHOP! PURRKS: Rapid Recovery-Raccoonsun(RiverClan) Silver Tongue-Whitekit(ThunderClan) Chill of Death-Leopardpaw(WindClan)
Witheredstar is the current leader of SunClan, she has an open den policy!
Join SunClan! ART SHOP! PURRKS: Rapid Recovery-Raccoonsun(RiverClan) Silver Tongue-Whitekit(ThunderClan) Chill of Death-Leopardpaw(WindClan)
Talonpaw is exhausted, but he still drags himself to the meeting. It is not something he's willing to miss with everything that had happened. He finds a spot to sit, hunching his shoulders and looking as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
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