Weepingwind short-furred, black ghost tabby with dark green eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | riverclan warrior | 31 moons
The dark-furred warrior’s ears perked at the sound of Cobwebfern’s voice, catching the excited tremor in her tone. From where she lay, half-sprawled in the dwindling sunlight, she could see the medic apprentice stepping forward with an eagerness that radiated across camp. As Cobwebfern began her announcement, a grin tugged at the corners of Weepingwind’s mouth. It had been moons since anything had really stirred the camp like this—especially a game. She rose to her paws, stretching luxuriously as she watched other cats slowly begin to gather. Cobwebfern’s idea was simple but clever: a scavenger hunt to stock up on the supplies RiverClan desperately needed before leaf-bare hit them full force. The mere thought of racing across the territory, tracking down both herbs and prey, stirred a restless energy in Weepingwind’s limbs. And the idea of a team game, with everyone’s competitive streaks and pride being bound to be shown on full display, sent a random thrill of delight through her. The way Cobwebfern had described the prize—just a handful of pretty rocks and feathers, yet with the undeniable weight of bragging rights—sparked something mischievous in her. Weepingwind was no stranger to pride or competition.
As she padded closer, she found herself chuckling under her breath at the other healer’s humor. Cobwebfern’s rough sketches and vague directions would certainly add an extra layer of challenge; even seasoned warriors would be tripping over themselves trying to decipher what they were supposed to collect. The idea of deciphering a haphazard drawing, like trying to guess if a blob was meant to be a dandelion or a rabbit’s tail, sounded like the kind of light-hearted chaos the clan could use. Weepingwind settled near the front, angling herself to get a good view as she listened closely. The mention of the challenge got her blood quickly started pumping—oh, she loved a good challenge. Her claws flexed against the ground, the anticipation lighting a spark in her deep green eyes. She’d be part of the first team to hit five in a row; of that, she was sure. The idea of racing against her clan-mates, of cutting through the territory in search of herbs and prey with the sharpness and speed she was undoubtedly known for, made her chest swell with a mix of pride and thrill. As Cobwebfern waited for more cats to arrive, Weepingwind met her gaze with a flick of her tail, a small smirk playing on her lips. She wasn’t going to let a bunch of young apprentices and warriors beat her to this victory. Not a chance.
Glancing over her shoulder, Weepingwind noticed Seabreeze nearby, already sitting down, looking somewhat intrigued by Cobwebfern's challenge. With a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, she padded over to him, curiosity sparking in her deep green eyes. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.” She murmured as she settled beside him, glancing at him with a playful flick of her tail. She studied his expression, watching for any hint of excitement or apprehension, and couldn’t resist adding, “Guess a game like this brings out everyone’s competitive side, huh?” Her gaze flickered back toward Cobwebfern as the medic had finished her instructions, the thrill of the upcoming challenge lighting a fire in the tabby’s chest. Being part of a competition that combined skill, speed, and a little friendly rivalry was exactly the kind of excitement she craved. She angled herself forward, itching to spring into action, ready to show the rest of RiverClan that she was in this to win.
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior| Moons: 24 |
“No one is coming to save you.
Get up.”
TW: This character’s posts often exhibits triggers such as depression, suicidal tendencies/idealation, anxiety, and self loathing
The warrior looked to his side, an unfamiliar voice, though one not heard, floating to the air shortly after he murmured his own. Weepingwind, the dark furred feline making her way over to settle at his side with some light hearted remarks. It was... strangely casual, as though they were old friends, or at the very least, not acquaintances like the pair of them are... at least to Seabreeze's knowledge. He doesn't really remember ever speaking or hearing or seeing the other outside of the usual daily routines of a warrior. A patrol here or a morning greeting there. Oh well besides the otters... perhaps there's nothing like fighting for your clan to bring some folks together, "Something like that..." He offers in reply before pausing a moment before continuing.
"I've been helping with some extra patrols.. solo and otherwise but it doesn't seem like enough, I'm just hoping that this can help bring some stuff in. Especially the herbs before the frost takes all of the less hardy ones." He made an effort to ramble a little bit, small talk, "Well before the otters.. I've been taking it easy so that I don't mess up my shoulders anymore than they already are." Stars know how bad he was at it, here he was trying to be more social despite how he rather give short phrases and awkwardly wait around until the actual work was given out as a distraction. He waited... hoping that he wasn't ruining this too badly, but he refused to make eye contact and couldn't help the way his ears pointed back.
The little apprentice showed up instantly as the speech went on.
She hated working in teams. Because she'd been always paired up with her sister as a kit, and now no one remained for her. Her own mentor had also left her, just like the medicine cat who'd said she would take care of them.
But Elderkit died.
She decided to walk silently toward her new mentor, making sure he wouldn't notice her so she wouldn't have to talk.
Something inside her couldn't stop looking for a home.
Weepinwind was talking with another cat, a gray and pale furred tom that she thought was very popular in Riverclan. She sat with her tail curled around her paws, silently listening to the conversation between them.
Poor Seabreeze seemed... exhausted, from his voice. She found herself pitying him, but she wasn't sure why.
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it was.. a bit of a low turnout. she'd admittedly imagined more cats coming, but it was okay! she'd figure this out. cobwebfern shuffled her paws and surveyed the cats gathered. ' righty-o. three teams. team a- seabreeze, softpaw, soaringpaw, beaverpaw, and stagheart! please go sit by the first game spot. ' she gestured with her tail, smiling softly.
then.. team b. the medic-in-training flicked her tail and continued. ' team b! that's daisypaw, weepingwind, aspenpaw, deerpaw, and deerspark. double-deer team. i believe in you all! ' now, for the rest of them- there were only a few folks left, and cobwebfern wasn't too keen on sending berryshine alone with a bunch of apprentices, so she cleared her throat, making a quick descision to go with team c. ' please go sit by the second game spot. '
' berryshine, marigoldpaw, starrypaw, and i will be team c. ' with that finished, cobwebfern smiled before delivering her next instructions. ' once your whole team has assembled at your game spot, i'd like for your to deliberate on a team leader and then send them up to me. thank you! ' she finished her speech and sat down again, waiting for the groups.
[ @/squidz ; @/Marigoldwhisper ; @Wingnettle !! you and cobs are team c! ]
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" i was nothing before, so i couldn't have asked to be born . "
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 54 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart gave a huff of acknowledgement, giving Berryshine's ear an affectionate flick of his tail as he passed by the two medicine cats, coming to a halt by the first game spot. Settling on his haunches, the large tom nodded, keen blue eyes looking out for the rest of his group as they approached. He would be fine to lead, or to let someone else if they were so inclined. "Whatever you wanna do. Happy to do it if no one else wants to," he offered casually as more of his group came up.
Berryshine gave Cob an encouraging smile as the cats started to assemble, remaining next to her best friend and giving her a tiny, friendly nudge. "You wanna lead this one?" She offered, gesturing to the game since it was out of her friend's mind. Although she'd be happy to either step up or let one of the other cats take the lead too, if Cobs thought it'd be interesting.
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior| Moons: 24 |
“No one is coming to save you.
Get up.”
TW: This character’s posts often exhibits triggers such as depression, suicidal tendencies/idealation, anxiety, and self loathing
Seabreeze turned his head over to the padding of little paws and turned to glance at the source for a moment, Starrykit- err, no, Starrypaw now. He had felt sorry when he heard about what happened to the kitten's sister, being reminded of the loss of his own, and he understood that.. in a sense. He's learned that it's a different ocean to face for everyone. Besides, feeling sorry doesn't do anything, and remembering from his apprentice days people telling them that they were 'sorry' about Cloverpaw made him more upset than comforted. He offered the apprentice a small respectful nod and turned back to Cobwebfern as the feline started to assign teams.
Stagheart, and a bunch of apprentices. Seabreeze sighed but he supposed that was fair. The number of apprentices to warriors gathered was something and it was making him upset thinking about how little cats were being active in helping the clan. But what good would whining do. The former lionheart turned his gaze to Weepingwind as he stood up, "We'll have to talk later then. How about a competition between us too, for fun?" He offered playfully, before waving ( read: wagging ) his stubby tail in a goodbye before walking over to the spot specified for group one, where Stagheart had already gathered.
"Hello, Stagheart, happy to be working with you, you can play lead if you want." Seabreeze offered politely, "Ready to wrangle with some apprentices?" He added with a teasing, playful tone. Sure, apprentices could be quite the pawful, but they weren't bad or anything. Just tiring, or maybe that was because Seabreeze always felt tired. At least he wasn't going to have to deal with Aspenpaw, Seabreeze found his antics amusing, and he could tell that the Tom wanted to be a good warrior, he just had a bit of a mouth and not enough of a fuse on him.
"Do you know any of the apprentices in our bunch? I sparred Softpaw not too long ago, she's one hell of a fighter."
The rocks and feathers aren’t really something Soaringpaw cared about; really the only reason she was here was that she felt the need to be apart of it. Although the amount of warriors here was..unpleasant. Stormstar, Owltalon and their mentor weren’t there either. She was..kind of expecting one of them to join for some reason. There was only four warriors there; excluding the medicine cats. And..a number of apprentices. She was kind of disappointed, honestly; She expected more. But she shook off the topic and quietly made her way towards the two warriors. Seabreeze..Stagheart..Softpaw..Beaverpaw. She didn't know who anyone was, even if she might've heard names like Seabreeze or Stagheart every once in a while. The apprentices though she’s never heard of at all. Either that or she just heard it and figured it wasn’t important so she forgot about it; but that wasn’t really likely. And they weren’t here yet either.
Soaringpaw just stayed to herself as she listens to the warriors talk, waiting for the round to begin. Like always, her face is as neutral as it could possibly get; Although hearing Seabreeze's mention of sparring with Softpaw and saying she’s a good fighter did make the former outsider slightly self-conscious. She didn’t want to talk about it too hard but it was too easy for someone to compare themselves to others. She wasn't sure how skilled the other apprentices in the group were either. She knew most cats her age are probably more... Skilled..? In terms of living here. Fighting and hunting and whatnot
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 54 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart gave a huff of acknowledgement, giving Berryshine's ear an affectionate flick of his tail as he passed by the two medicine cats, coming to a halt by the first game spot. Settling on his haunches, the large tom nodded, keen blue eyes looking out for the rest of his group as they approached. He would be fine to lead, or to let someone else if they were so inclined. "Whatever you wanna do. Happy to do it if no one else wants to," he offered casually as more of his group came up.
Berryshine gave Cob an encouraging smile as the cats started to assemble, remaining next to her best friend and giving her a tiny, friendly nudge. "You wanna lead this one?" She offered, gesturing to the game since it was out of her friend's mind. Although she'd be happy to either step up or let one of the other cats take the lead too, if Cobs thought it'd be interesting.
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\12 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Oh! She was paired up with the medicine cats? ... Why? It's not that she wasn't, y'know, absolutely stoked to be chosen, but like her last herb experiences were proven to be fumbles.... It took a good amount of tries to actually gather something, and she tried really hard, but her maw was just as clumsy as her legs apparently.
Regardless, she raced up to the two herbalists with a dopey grin. Did she look stupid?? Maybe. Possibly. ... Yes.
"Hihihihihihi!" She mewed, her paws tangled over themselves like a weirdly squished bug who was still trying to stand. The two seemed to be discussing leadership. Marigoldpaw would've piped up to volunteer, but she wasn't sure if she was really cut out for all that authority stuff. She was positive (mostly) that she could handle a group of cats, but she still didn't know all the cats in her clan, and perhaps she never would.
So, she gave her narrow shoulders a shrug. "I'm uh... I'm fine with anything."
[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 had always had a soft respect for anycat who delt with herbs, and he was interested enough to give it a shot. Also, it had a nice game gimmick that sounded like fun. He trotted over to his team spot, looking around for his clanmates. He'd seen Deerpaw before, and they had a stub tail, like him. That alone made him a tiny bit excited to see the apprentice and chat with them. Even though his own tail had been shredded horribly (greatly affecting his balance), the stub like factor was still there, even if it was heavily deformed.
As for the rest of his team, he didn't really know them well. Which, was a shame, but social awkwardness was truly a pain. And so he sat... Waiting. Thinking... Now, Deerspark thought about a lot of things, like what herbs he knew. Now let's see...
- Moss
- Cobwebs
....
Huh.
That certainly wasn't a very diverse selection. Jeez, he sucked at this... But at least he could name moths at the top of his head. Speaking of moths, Cobwebfern had promised trinkets and cool rocks to any team that won. Now, Deerspark wasn't really the competitive type, he had only let that side of him show with Tadpolesprint. Lots of banter and petty play fights. It had been moons since he'd felt that, but now the familiar stinging in his paws was coming back to him, and the tug of a smug grin.
Maybe this was what he needed. To actually get out there and embarrass himself. He only had one life, right?
Okay, so he was in a group with Seabreeze, Softpaw, Soaringpaw and Stagheart.
Fantastic.
Great.
He actually doesn't know any of these cats, and has really only heard their names and stuff.
With his usual quiet manner, he walks over and waits.
Re: b-i-n-g-o! [ herb/prey collection event! ]
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
