RiverClan Clearing

[Neptune.]

Larkwing
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27 moons || she/her || RC Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Killer Aptitude T2
scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes

Approaching her is a cat Larkwing does not know well - in fact, she's pretty sure Shadowpaw and her litter had only just been born when she'd had her little breakdown. Awkwardly, and looking around her briefly in case there was some other cat who happened to share a name with her, Larkwing shifts on her paws, trying to get rid of the uneasiness. Evidently, there was not another cat that the apprentice could be speaking to, so, suppressing a slightly stressed out sigh, she meets the duel colored gaze and smiles thinly.

"Um, yes?" Unintentionally, she phrases it like a question, like she's not actually sure of that answer herself. She's probably fine, just, you know, in pain and stuff. But, why does an apprentice who probably only knows her through stories her parents or other warriors had told her, and only seen her like a ghost around camp care how she's doing? It doesn't make sense. She can't wrap her head around it.

"I mean-" she clears her throat, "yes. Yes, I'm al-alright." There's an attempt at a smile, but it's wobbly and not quite convincing.

[ @Starphobia ]

[Minku]

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Sunsetgleam
RC Warrior. They/Them. 16 Moons
Mind Reader | Herbal Knowledge T2 | Rapid Recovery | Bewitched [Always active]
"Harrowing, searching through the ever expanding darkness"

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Their life has been quiet. As an apprentice they get to focus on training and patrols but ever since becoming a warrior they feel more lost in their own life. Like their life is a maze without an exit and they're just walking through it without a single thought, just waiting for something. Or maybe nothing at all. Do they have friends? Do they have family? They felt like it's been a while since they last talked to someone that isn't the voice of their own dead brother. It's..not as bad as they initially thought it would've been. They're never exactly alone. It's..both lonely and comforting. Was it their real brother? Or is it just them lacking of anyone that their head decided to make one for them? It'd explain the nightmares quite well, actually. But it was harder to believe. It was the option that made the most sense for numerous of reasons, but it's one they'll avoid.

They didn't know what to do. They sat still on the corner of the clearing with a neutral smile, not exactly the cheerful Sunsetpaw one. Just a normal one. They sat there pondering their next more. Or maybe none at all... Actually they should really do something

[Open]

[SSakii]

Pebblesplash basks in the sun…

[MaximusPrime27]

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
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The Old Tom got off from his haunches and onto his four feet, "It's a bit boring here.." His deep growly voice escaped his mouth with a southern twang. He walked to the back side of the clearing to see if he could find something to do.

[Diamondfur]

Originally Posted by MaximusPrime27

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
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The Old Tom got off from his haunches and onto his four feet, "It's a bit boring here.." His deep growly voice escaped his mouth with a southern twang. He walked to the back side of the clearing to see if he could find something to do.

Waveclaw came out of the nursery after visiting his mate: RabitFur.

Waveclaw sees BlazeStalk and pads over to him.

"Hi BlazeStalk how are you doing?" Waveclaw mews as he looks at BlazeStalk

[MaximusPrime27]

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @Diamondfur (Waveclaw)
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The tom spun around seeing Waveclaw asking him a question. His deep country growling voice answered, "Yeah I just need something to do is all. My son is missing waveclaw! I don't know where he is and I am starting to worry!" The tom yowled disappointed in his own son.

[Diamondfur]

Originally Posted by MaximusPrime27

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @Diamondfur (Waveclaw)
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The tom spun around seeing Waveclaw asking him a question. His deep country growling voice answered, "Yeah I just need something to do is all. I mean can you believe my son got exiled out of Riverclan! He really needs to learn that keeping his mouth shut in front of Stormstar is the best thing!" The tom yowled disappointed in his own son.

Waveclaw sees the hurt and madness in BlazeStalk's eyes

"Yeah I can't believe he didn't listen to you. and I'm sorry it happened." waveclaw mews

"I hope my and RabbitFur's kits will listen and become great warriors" waveclaw mews

[MaximusPrime27]

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @Diamondfur (Waveclaw)
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The tom sighed showing a heart for the young warrior, he looked behind him spotting cats of his age and some younger. "Can you get me something from the fresh kill pile? I am hungry." The tom asked, him shaking his fur to even it out.

[Diamondfur]

Originally Posted by MaximusPrime27

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @Diamondfur (Waveclaw)
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The tom sighed showing a heart for the young warrior, he looked behind him spotting cats of his age and some younger. "Can you get me something from the fresh kill pile? I am hungry." The tom asked, him shaking his fur to even it out.

"yeah sure what would you like BlazeStalk?" Waveclaw asks

[MaximusPrime27]

BlazeStalk
Age:82 Moons Old
Scars: A Deep Scar On His Muzzle
Interactions Open!
Interactions: @Diamondfur (Waveclaw)
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The tom stared at the fresh kill pile seeing some squirrel, "Grab me a squirrel." The tom's low growly country voice answered. His tail curled into his paws, his skinny, yet long ears perked.