RiverClan Clearing - Page 2436

**elio** · #**24351** February 17th, 2024, 12:49 PM

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ﾟ。 Fawnheart (RC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ she/her ~ warrior

Fawnheart’s nose twitched as she scented a mouse and to her surprise Ravenkit was in hot pursuit of at that very moment… well, she was in pursuit of the leaf but the mouse was going to be a silly surprise. Ravenkit had turned to lock her hues with Fawnheart’s emerald gaze, “I’m watching, little one,” Fawnheart purred in assurance to the kit who was clearly seeking approval from the large fluffy warrior. Calming streams of joy trickled through her heart as she watched the kit run and pounce onto the leaf, starling in the mouse then somehow managing to hit it as she panicked. The mouse skuttled a tad then fell twitching to the ground which warranted a confused squeak out of Ravenkit, “Bite its neck,” Fawnheart meowed in a calm response, but the mouse had already succumbed to its wounds by the time she finished her short instructive response.

Like most kits this little one had a short attention span, the house event was over so Ravenkit flitted off to her next task. Fawnheart chuckled a little as the kit came back and patted grass on her muzzle… her muzzle had not hurt but the kit has come to patch her up and she appreciated the small affectionate attempt at righting her wrongs, “Thank you, my muzzle feels soooo much better thanks to your “herbs.” Happiness tickled her pelt as pride flooded her heart as Ravenkit finished her task and remembered the mouse event once more, “very good little one !!” she purred coming over to nuzzle the little spotted kit, “You can drop it into the fresh kill pile, little one.” With a gentle nudge she pushed the kit in the direction of the mouse, her first catch of prey… accidental yes, but still praise worthy.

{ @~MothDust~ ~ Ravenkit }

**Snowy the Ghost** · #**24352** February 18th, 2024, 03:09 PM

Minksplash existed. Featherkit existed. Hollytail existed. Snowfall existed.

**Sunny Cheerful** · #**24353** February 18th, 2024, 03:40 PM

BlueRiver sat down grooming himself (OPEN)

**paedyn** · #**24354** February 18th, 2024, 09:14 PM

Honeypool lived.

(Activity post)

**occultation** · #**24355** February 19th, 2024, 01:31 AM

Stars, this warrior was all over the place! The emotions rolling off of him felt like violent waves, coming up and crashing down again over and over. It had been a while since Fadingsun had encountered anyone with so much... nervous energy? That sounded too negative, but it was the closest definition he had.

It didn't seem like Deerspark was going anywhere, so Fadingsun resolved himself to at least trying to make conversation. He began to brush the snow off of him the best he could, already feeling the cold seeping down to his skin. He'd need to curl up in his nest after this one.

"We do have a lot of fish, and hopefully that doesn't change any time soon. I don't... really have a favorite?" He didn't bother sharing that he didn't love fish as much as most RiverClan cats, since even thinking that felt blasphemous. "I'll eat whatever's in front of me. How about yourself?"

***Marigoldwhisper*** · #**24356** February 19th, 2024, 05:52 AM

[Deerspark]
Tom\Warrior\RC
"Da da da we're dead-"
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"I like the pretty ones," Deerspark began, allowing his ridged posture to loosen up. "Like, koi? I really like koi."

He hadn't really intended to mean, "what fish did you like to eat the most?". Honestly, Deerspark stared and admired them just as much as he ate them.

He'd probably have to stop that though, it made their floppy little faces even more sympathetic--- or angry. Angry fish definitely exist.

He constantly wondered how colorful fish could get. Sometimes he'd see one and claim that their range of color must end there. But then he'd see another fish, and he'd always be wrong.

"If you're... Uh... Talking about eating fish, I really like carp. Basic right? Yeah... But uh, they're easy to catch and they taste pretty good."

**Epiales** · #**24357** February 19th, 2024, 11:21 AM

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Ravenkit
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Ravenkit's heart raced as she approached the fresh kill pile, carrying the mouse she had clumsily caught. Though she no longer felt scared, a surge of pride mixed with a hint of awkwardness washed over her. Dropping the mouse onto the pile, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, feeling like an apprentice for a few seconds, or even a warrior. Trotting back to Fawnheart with confidence, she couldn't contain her excitement. "I caught a mouse!" she exclaimed, her voice now steady and confident compared to earlier.

Ravenkit puffed out her chest, forgetting about the kit from earlier. "I should go hunting with you!" she suggested eagerly, perhaps a tad too enthusiastically. But as the snowflakes danced around her, her excitement was noticeable. Her smile was switched with a small shiver. "Maybe we can go inside now," she suggested sheepishly, though her eyes sparkled with the want to stay out longer. Though, she didn't know what they would do outside. Knowing it was cold and wet outside. And she figured he had already mastered pouncing on the leaf, and hunting. She thinks she could work on hunting more, but she was still a kit and she knew Fawnheart wouldn't let her. Maybe Fawnheart could take her to the med den and Ravenkit could learn some herbs, she thought happily, and she could tell the med cats that she healed Fawnhearts muzzle.

Her tail swung side to side and her ears perked up. She then went and stood next to Fawnheart for some warmth. Her fur fluffed up a bit. "What do toms do?" Ravenkit asked Fawn. She wrinkled her nose, "The toms in the nursery said that they do more stuff than the she-cats."

**Silverfur & Co** · #**24358** February 20th, 2024, 11:44 PM

Snowstripe yawns and cleans her paws

**sylvia26** · #**24359** February 21st, 2024, 05:23 AM

BlossomFall

"I might be falling but i'll find my footing sooner or later."

The fluffy she-cat was sitting watching the clan from a corner in the clearing, her mind swirling with thoughts of the past and now. not sure if starclan wanted her to go on. she had seen four kits with the same fate as her but...never taken from each other...that...might have been a miracle for them and a hate for her....

**Epiales** · #**24360** February 21st, 2024, 11:03 AM

(he has his legs and eyes for now, I kinda wanna roleplay into it and see a cool way of how he lost em)

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ FrostMelt ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
He/him|purrks: N/A|Semi-fluffy dark grey and light grey tom with yellow eyes

Frostmelt sat down in the clearing. He was tired, trying to help out the cats in this raid with Thunderclan. Although, he decided not to participate. Finally, he could feel his paws start to cramp up from sitting down to long. He decided to take a walk, maybe stretch his limbs out, might as well use them if they were there.

He stretched out his legs and arms, trying to keep the stinging feeling of blood rushing back to a minimum. Though that never worked, he could feel the pins and needles. The feeling slowly faded and he felt good enough to walk around camp, which he did, trotting around camp boredly. Most of it was empty other than the one side where the fight had broken out, which he tried his best to avoid. Finally, his legs got tired again. At that, he sighed, it was the same repeated thing over and over. Get up, walk around, be tired, go sit down. He thought he could go entertain the kits, but then put off the idea with another sigh. Finally, he looked around, a few cats trotted around, and a few sat. Some limping to the med den. Some kits are being put back in the nursery, and newly made apprentices are being pulled back into dens after begging to go fight.

mentions: @Theraphosa