He heard pawsteps and voiced coming from the den entrance, then the familiar stench of blood following them. He raised his head, craned his neck to take a peek but soon rose to his paws and followed the trail. The Crown was here! And look, a child with her! "Look, look, look what we've got here." He padded up to the couple, not minding the fact that he was entering Mumble's side without asking. But should he ask, really?
The kit seemed kinda... out of this world. Blood inspected him after Mumble, seeing that he was, in fact, not injured of body, but of mind, probably. He then gave his attention to the Crown, and sniffed his injuries to determine that she wasn't in danger. Just a bit stained, mhh. "Looks like we don't have anything big in our paws today, don't we, Mumb?" He chanted, giving her a gentle bump with his flank.
Blood sat down, determined to find out where the kit came from and what Saturn had to do to retrieve it. The smell of flowers was kinda overwhelming to his nose, so he swished his tail from one side to the other, trying to create some air movement. He sat more comfortably, excited to see some movement in this dull and hot day.
Skrill padded into camp, her bright orange eyes traveling over the area before her. Her tail lashed behind her as her paws lightly touched the ground as she walked.
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Conch/Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Conch
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
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It did not take very long for Beachkit to realize that trying to speak with Seabreeze was only worsening his state and increasing his naturally high levels of nervousness, so feeling a tough tug at his heart, he turned away from the blue and sandy lionheart. As the miserable tom-kit turned away from his older brother, he felt his ears drift down to flatten against his head, and out of genuine discomfort he shuddered. Oh, it’s fine… because… h-he’ll just have to g-get used to us eventually…? Right…? As much as Beachkit lied to himself that the thought was reassuring, it was completely ineffective. With the very last remains of optimism that Beachkit could feel at the moment, he forced another thought into his troubled head. …A-and, even if he doesn’t, then… at least Sorrel- no, Sorrelkit- is h-happy, so… yeah. I shouldn’t b-be worrying about SEABREEZE getting used to US… b-because… um, I’ll j-just h-have to adjust to RiverClan first. I’m spending too much t-time worrying about him, but… I have to worry a-about myself. All of the why’s and what if’s were coming back to eat him alive, so Beachkit shook his head to clear the wreck of thoughts and worries from his mind.
He listened nice and politely, ignoring the claws and dirty hands of anxieties that were clutching onto and tearing through his mind, paying no attention to the reckless train of thought that was currently crashing through him. Beachkit’s attempt at silently putting his focus into the meeting wasn’t very successful, and it wasn’t long before he went right back to freaking out over the tiny little aspects of life. Seabreeze and his judgement was only a small part of it all. Beachkit kept his wide, waiting gray gaze locked on Fadingstar as RiverClan’s leader started to speak again, thoughts whirling and swirling through his brain as he waited for interesting news. Wow. His first clan meeting and he was already distracting himself- and on accident, too. He was not going to make a very good apprentice (or warrior, at that), was he? He couldn’t even pay attention to one single meeting without fading out into worry and stress- and about what, some brother who simply, wasn’t paying much attention to his annoying little clone-brother? Th-That’s all… I’m just overthinking. Beachkit reminded himself, as if that hadn’t been obvious form the start. But… that always ends. Once I… sleep, usually. Or pace. Or… tlak to my sister, but I bet she’s busy finding all kinds of new friends, while I shiver and die over here. Well, it definitely isn’t her fault that I’m small and stupid… oh, stars, I’m going to stay worthless forever, aren’t I? I. Need. To. Pay. Attention.
Of course, Beachkit came back right when back right when each kitten receiving their apprentice title was confirmed, and finally, some of his thoughts landed on the kittens and their apprenticeship ceremonies. Marigoldkit, Fishkit, and Snailkit were all receiving their apprentice titles, now known as Marigoldpaw, Pikepaw, and Snailpaw. Beachkit felt vaguely interested as the new, fresh apprentices were given their mentors… Goldfish, Tinytoad, and Emberfang, one for each. The bluish gray and Sandy patched tom-kit couldn’t help but admire how organized RiverClan was seeming, and he had to admit that it was much more interesting than simply being stuck in a Twoleg home with Sorrelkit- Sorrel, at that time- their mother, and the rest of them all. This was much more entertaining… but, of cours,e it was also much more nerve-wracking. Here, unlike at the Twoleg home with his mother, he had to worry so much about his worth. His future. His status. Would he fail to be even decently talented? Would he forget how to swim after learning and drown in the river? Would he fall behind the entire population of his peers? Would he lose everything to his own lack of skill? Beachkit had no idea, but these were the thoughts that constantly engulfed him. Or, at least, until they were interrupted.
The blue and sandy young tom had not expected the chanting, and despite its decently soft start, the sudden sound of loud voices made him jump. When he heard the first RiverClan cat start to chant the names of the new apprentices, Beachkit whipped around in surprise to face them, fur prickling a little bit in irritation. Oh, hush… they don’t need you to scream out at them! He started to think, frustrated and startled at their noise, but his thoughts were cut off almost immediately by more chanting. The noise got louder and louder, more thunderous around Beachkit as it continued, and that was when the real nerve-wracking mindset kicked in. Frightened and confused with his new situation and deafening surroundings, Beachkit felt his fur fly up all along his neck and spine, and all bushed up with his tail curled in between his back legs, he sucked in a breath of surprise. N-No, this has got to be tradition here! Great. Now he was trembling like crazy, all thanks to a little bit of chanting. Th-they woudln’t just start ch-chanting b-because why not… b-but… still, it’s really loud it’s r-really… l-loud… With a quiet whimper, Beachkit backed up as far as he could, shrinking back in what he thought was the direction of an escape from the meeting. The noise was burning his ears by now, and the sound was… a lot, to say the least.
So much for an escape- unfortunately, Beachkit seemed to have an obstacle in his path. The tom-kit backed up gently into a solid figure, and the very moment he felt his back make contact with the fuzzy thing, he yelped a little and jumped away, claws unsheathing and eyes shooting open wide. Quivering, he swung his head around to locate the cat who he had run into, and after a moment of silent staring at the she-cat, he recognized her, identified her as somebody who he had heard about by staring at the sight side of her. This was Owltalon. She was one of RiverClan’s lionhearts, some sort of advanced form of warrior, as far as Beachkit knew, therefore she shared Seabreeze’s rank. Beachkit felt his heart plummet down into his stomach. N-no… no! I bumped into somebody important… l-literally bumped…! He began to tremble more. …D-did I hurt her? I m-mean... I’m really small, but… I… I didn’t want to… uh oh… The words jumped out of his mouth, full of stutters and stammers, but Beachkit coudln’t control and/or handle them very well, anyway. “Oh… oh… s-sorry, I’m s-sorry… I b-bumped into you… but… s-sorry…!” He said briskly, sheathing his claws and hoping she she-cat hadn’t seen them. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to b-bother y-” At the sight of something else, the small tom-kit felt his voice die down in a small gasp.
Well, well, well- that was quite a scar this warrior had. Beachkit noticed it with a jump of fright, and at the sight of it, he whimpered again. But too humiliated with bumping into the lionheart in the first place, Beachkit didn’t want to make this any worse for himself by showing any more fear than he already had. Even still, when he spoke again, his voice was quiet and drowned in anxiety, trembling madly along with the rest of the young tom’s body. “O-Oh, s-sorry, ma’am… you s-surprised me, th-that’s… all… but… hi, I’m B-Beachkit, b-brother of S-Seabreeze, a’and… I… um…” He swallowed awkwardly, catching another glimpse of the warriors scar. He ignored the water formulating in his eyes. “Me and S-Sorrel, um… Sorrelkit, my sister… we… we just got into R-RiverClan, so… hello. I’m n-new. A-and you’re Owltalon, I th-think… so… that’s… um, cool.” When he offered her a friendly smile to represent an obvious lie, ‘I’m good, not nervous or anything, duh.’ Then stiffly, to add some context, he mumbled, “S-sorry for running into y-you… the chanting… scared m-me. W-well, no… startled me… a l-little.” Yes, obviously just a little.
Conch/Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Conch
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
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It did not take very long for Beachkit to realize that trying to speak with Seabreeze was only worsening his state and increasing his naturally high levels of nervousness, so feeling a tough tug at his heart, he turned away from the blue and sandy lionheart. As the miserable tom-kit turned away from his older brother, he felt his ears drift down to flatten against his head, and out of genuine discomfort he shuddered. Oh, it’s fine… because… h-he’ll just have to g-get used to us eventually…? Right…? As much as Beachkit lied to himself that the thought was reassuring, it was completely ineffective. With the very last remains of optimism that Beachkit could feel at the moment, he forced another thought into his troubled head. …A-and, even if he doesn’t, then… at least Sorrel- no, Sorrelkit- is h-happy, so… yeah. I shouldn’t b-be worrying about SEABREEZE getting used to US… b-because… um, I’ll j-just h-have to adjust to RiverClan first. I’m spending too much t-time worrying about him, but… I have to worry a-about myself. All of the why’s and what if’s were coming back to eat him alive, so Beachkit shook his head to clear the wreck of thoughts and worries from his mind.
He listened nice and politely, ignoring the claws and dirty hands of anxieties that were clutching onto and tearing through his mind, paying no attention to the reckless train of thought that was currently crashing through him. Beachkit’s attempt at silently putting his focus into the meeting wasn’t very successful, and it wasn’t long before he went right back to freaking out over the tiny little aspects of life. Seabreeze and his judgement was only a small part of it all. Beachkit kept his wide, waiting gray gaze locked on Fadingstar as RiverClan’s leader started to speak again, thoughts whirling and swirling through his brain as he waited for interesting news. Wow. His first clan meeting and he was already distracting himself- and on accident, too. He was not going to make a very good apprentice (or warrior, at that), was he? He couldn’t even pay attention to one single meeting without fading out into worry and stress- and about what, some brother who simply, wasn’t paying much attention to his annoying little clone-brother? Th-That’s all… I’m just overthinking. Beachkit reminded himself, as if that hadn’t been obvious form the start. But… that always ends. Once I… sleep, usually. Or pace. Or… tlak to my sister, but I bet she’s busy finding all kinds of new friends, while I shiver and die over here. Well, it definitely isn’t her fault that I’m small and stupid… oh, stars, I’m going to stay worthless forever, aren’t I? I. Need. To. Pay. Attention.
Of course, Beachkit came back right when back right when each kitten receiving their apprentice title was confirmed, and finally, some of his thoughts landed on the kittens and their apprenticeship ceremonies. Marigoldkit, Fishkit, and Snailkit were all receiving their apprentice titles, now known as Marigoldpaw, Pikepaw, and Snailpaw. Beachkit felt vaguely interested as the new, fresh apprentices were given their mentors… Goldfish, Tinytoad, and Emberfang, one for each. The bluish gray and Sandy patched tom-kit couldn’t help but admire how organized RiverClan was seeming, and he had to admit that it was much more interesting than simply being stuck in a Twoleg home with Sorrelkit- Sorrel, at that time- their mother, and the rest of them all. This was much more entertaining… but, of cours,e it was also much more nerve-wracking. Here, unlike at the Twoleg home with his mother, he had to worry so much about his worth. His future. His status. Would he fail to be even decently talented? Would he forget how to swim after learning and drown in the river? Would he fall behind the entire population of his peers? Would he lose everything to his own lack of skill? Beachkit had no idea, but these were the thoughts that constantly engulfed him. Or, at least, until they were interrupted.
The blue and sandy young tom had not expected the chanting, and despite its decently soft start, the sudden sound of loud voices made him jump. When he heard the first RiverClan cat start to chant the names of the new apprentices, Beachkit whipped around in surprise to face them, fur prickling a little bit in irritation. Oh, hush… they don’t need you to scream out at them! He started to think, frustrated and startled at their noise, but his thoughts were cut off almost immediately by more chanting. The noise got louder and louder, more thunderous around Beachkit as it continued, and that was when the real nerve-wracking mindset kicked in. Frightened and confused with his new situation and deafening surroundings, Beachkit felt his fur fly up all along his neck and spine, and all bushed up with his tail curled in between his back legs, he sucked in a breath of surprise. N-No, this has got to be tradition here! Great. Now he was trembling like crazy, all thanks to a little bit of chanting. Th-they woudln’t just start ch-chanting b-because why not… b-but… still, it’s really loud it’s r-really… l-loud… With a quiet whimper, Beachkit backed up as far as he could, shrinking back in what he thought was the direction of an escape from the meeting. The noise was burning his ears by now, and the sound was… a lot, to say the least.
So much for an escape- unfortunately, Beachkit seemed to have an obstacle in his path. The tom-kit backed up gently into a solid figure, and the very moment he felt his back make contact with the fuzzy thing, he yelped a little and jumped away, claws unsheathing and eyes shooting open wide. Quivering, he swung his head around to locate the cat who he had run into, and after a moment of silent staring at the she-cat, he recognized her, identified her as somebody who he had heard about by staring at the sight side of her. This was Owltalon. She was one of RiverClan’s lionhearts, some sort of advanced form of warrior, as far as Beachkit knew, therefore she shared Seabreeze’s rank. Beachkit felt his heart plummet down into his stomach. N-no… no! I bumped into somebody important… l-literally bumped…! He began to tremble more. …D-did I hurt her? I m-mean... I’m really small, but… I… I didn’t want to… uh oh… The words jumped out of his mouth, full of stutters and stammers, but Beachkit coudln’t control and/or handle them very well, anyway. “Oh… oh… s-sorry, I’m s-sorry… I b-bumped into you… but… s-sorry…!” He said briskly, sheathing his claws and hoping she she-cat hadn’t seen them. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to b-bother y-” At the sight of something else, the small tom-kit felt his voice die down in a small gasp.
Well, well, well- that was quite a scar this warrior had. Beachkit noticed it with a jump of fright, and at the sight of it, he whimpered again. But too humiliated with bumping into the lionheart in the first place, Beachkit didn’t want to make this any worse for himself by showing any more fear than he already had. Even still, when he spoke again, his voice was quiet and drowned in anxiety, trembling madly along with the rest of the young tom’s body. “O-Oh, s-sorry, ma’am… you s-surprised me, th-that’s… all… but… hi, I’m B-Beachkit, b-brother of S-Seabreeze, a’and… I… um…” He swallowed awkwardly, catching another glimpse of the warriors scar. He ignored the water formulating in his eyes. “Me and S-Sorrel, um… Sorrelkit, my sister… we… we just got into R-RiverClan, so… hello. I’m n-new. A-and you’re Owltalon, I th-think… so… that’s… um, cool.” When he offered her a friendly smile to represent an obvious lie, ‘I’m good, not nervous or anything, duh.’ Then stiffly, to add some context, he mumbled, “S-sorry for running into y-you… the chanting… scared m-me. W-well, no… startled me… a l-little.” Yes, obviously just a little.
The injured warrior sat tall, resisting the urge to itch at her patched wounds. She would hate to make Berrypaw and Mistyshard do all that work again, so for right now, she'd just have to suck it up and wait to congratulate the new warriors.
After a while of looking, Owltalon finally dropped her head. Not willingly though, somecat (maybe a kit assuming by their size) had bumped into her. When fur rubbed against her own she was quick to react. At first, she thought it'd be Aspenkit roughhousing and he'd just so happened to bump into her. Safe to say that she was surprised to see a small and startled copy of Seabreeze... Well, almost a copy. They didn't share all the same traits, plus this guy was a bit smaller. A lot smaller actually.
The terrified kit began to stammer underneath her amber gaze. Owltalon followed were his eyes lead. To her scarred eye, the one clouds rolled over to fog up her vision. Ah, he was scared of her. Maybe some other things too, but it didn't seem that way.
Just goes to show how much range kits 'ave, Owltalon thought, her eyebrows knitting together as the kit introduced himself. He was Beachkit, Seabreeze's brother. Wait... Seabreeze had a brother? Some think of scars as an honor, others a horrible mutilation. Both are right.
Owltalon looked up and scanned the crowd for Seabreeze. Perhaps her fellow Lionheart had lost sight of him, Beachkit was quite small. She'd have to bring him back as soon as... He had a sister as well!? Where was she? Stars above, Seabreeze was horrible at keeping track of kits. Maybe he was too focused on something else at the moment but this was his family. They needed him.
Though, Owltalon wouldn't mind looking after Beachkit while she searched for Seabreeze... After the meeting, that's when she'd look for him. Right now, this kit was hers to watch.
"Just got inta Riverclan, eh? Welcome, chap! Hope all is well! And yer right, name's Owltalon. Yer name is quite nice. Beachkit, yeah? Don't mind the chanting, it's like a tradition in the clans." She smiled at him, though had to stop it short due to the pain that began to flare up in her maw like thorns in her side. "Sorry we startled ya. You'll get used to it though, and even if ya don't, we'll make sure yer safe. Hey, why don't cha sit next to me, eh? How's that sound?"
She raised herself up by her back legs and began to beckon the kit closer with her forepaw while she used her claws to steady herself as she leaned over. "Gotta sister? Where's she? Also, little guy, yer safe 'ere. No need ta worry, Owltalon's got cha. Nocat messes with the kits, not on my watch!"
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Conch/Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Conch
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
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Beachkit certainly wasn’t looking forward to getting told off by some scarred she-cat who he had barely seen a day in his life, only having heard word and commentary about her special rank and possible advancement compared to her fellow warriors. That sort of situation was never the image he had planted in his head about coming into RiverClan, but here he was now, ramming into random warriors and jumping in panic at the sound of their traditional chanting. He was too weak for the respect he wished to have, or so it seemed, and by now, that might just be obvious to this Owltalon-Lionheart that he had run into. All he was, now that Seabreeze had expressed absolutely no interest in Sorrel and himself, was an extra mouth to feed, as well as an annoying hairball running around and crashing into innocent RiverClan cats. What was his purpose, other than just to be obnoxious?
Beachkit found his gray gaze drifting down to his tiny paws, gaze just as shaky as the rest of him. Well… technically Owltalon hasn’t snapped yet… not at me, at least. But… what if she just doesn’t like kittens, or… what if she doesn’t like old kitty pets, or doesn’t like Seabreeze, or… or… what if she hates outsiders in general? The questions piped up onto his mind’s stack of chaos, sending it in flames. Oh no, here it came, the flames. Oh, what fun. By this point in time, Beahckit was staring at the ground with his head throbbing, a painful force clenching his chest. So far, there had not been any proof that this Owltalon she-cat planned on suddenly jumping out at him and chewing him out for his tiny mistake… but who was Beachkit to judge? He had only just entered RiverClan. He was almost completely unfamiliar with their ways (and this would work as a good explanation for his fright at the sound of the name-chanting), their general personality, and most importantly, with Owltalon as a character. He had no idea how she would react to simply finding a kit bumping into her and speaking to her in the middle of a meeting, but thanks to his easy-ability to overthink thousands upon thousands of details, the worst appeared most likely at the moment.
Beachkit forced his enthusiastic sister, Sorrelkit, into his mind, scavenging the thought for any positive inspiration. Sorrelkit was always so happy about literally everything… but why? How? That sort of motivation and optimism seemed absolutely out of reach to Beachkit, despite his constant efforts to get that sort of happy ending that he wanted so, so badly. Was Sorrelkit’s appreciation for the world around her and the cats who she knew purposeful in anyway, or was it just natural? Was Beachkit stuck with the personality and mindset that he had, while Sorrelkit stood out in the sunlight enjoying hers? He blinked until he quit thinking about it, fearing that he was beginning to throw blame. Oh no, no, no… I am happy for Sorrelkit and… well, her happiness, just jealous… so, so jealous. I’m happy enough, it’s just… it’s covered up by the freak out, I suppose. It always is. But I guess the first step is to quit thinking too hard about things… and… stop making… assumptions…? Isn’t it…? He tilted his head to stare back up at Owltalon. Why should her scar define her personality? Where was the logic behind that? Beachkit could still feel his chest heaving as a result of his earlier panic with the chanting, sore and hollow, but it was slowing down. Yeah… no assumptions. I bet she’s… nice, even with the scar- well, technically that’s just another assumption… ah, whatever, I’ll just wait and… and see. Yeah- Wait and see!
Beachkit had stayed a little bit shrunk back while introducing himself, awkwardly staring up as Owltalon’s eyebrows knitted at the sight of him. Was that a sign of… irritation? Well, he wasn’t exactly a master of empathy, so… no assumptions were made, funny enough. Eventually Beachkit’s introduction finished with the closing of his mouth, and sadly, he turned back to the ground. And… her reaction? He shuddered. It can’t be too bad… but… who knows, maybe she… hates me… no, nah. I bet she’ll ADORE ME- okay, too far, too positive… um… she’ll tolerate me, maybe. Emphasis on ‘maybe.’ With that, the gray and sandy tom-kit looked up to face the warrior with his fur still prickling and fluttering upward, eyes still wider and rounder than they were naturally. Soon after, he noticed the brown she-cat look up and around camp, scanning it at the mentioning of his relation to Seabreeze, and Beachkit took an accurate guess and realized she was searching for his brother. He lifted his paw a little to try and stop her, fearing that she would call for his brother and bright him over, only leading to more conflict between their brotherly situation, but instead, Owltalon simply ended her scan quietly. No calling, no Seabreeze-collecting. Beachkit was okay. Or, at least, excluding the abrupt speed-up of his heartbeat. Beachkit couod have sworn that Owltalon could see his heartbeat if she took the slightest glance at its general area. It was even mildly painful, and not-so-mildly dizzying.
When Owltalon started to respond to his stammered-out ramble, Beachkit stared at her with a quiver gray gaze, paws still trembling despite the neutral temperature. Now time to see whether or not this Lionheart wants to kill me for bugging her… um… fun, right? Beachkit swallowed again and listened as Owltalon spoke. The small gray and patched tom-kit was more than relieved to find that this Lionheart was not actually angry with him- in fact, she seemed pretty chill with their whole ‘situation’. Beachkit instantly relaxed, braced muscles losing their tension and eyelids falling down half way over his eyes. The warrior mentioned the fact that he had just made it into RiverClan, and Beachkit offered an awkward and stiff nod of agreement. She welcomes him, tossing in the mysterious title, ‘chap’ that Beachkit had not heard a day in his life, but before he could go back and forth mentally about whether the little nickname-thing was supposed to be some sort of insult, she told him that she hoped he was doing well. Well, thank goodness, she was polite… enough. She wasn’t angry with him, therefore ‘chap’ could not have been too bad. As for the comment in itself, ‘Hope all is well’, Beachkit had something to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘Aha… you WISH’ but he kept it to himself, too stunned in surprise at her casual reaction to his bothersome self to speak at all.
Well, I know she doesn’t feel too annoyed, because… well, because DUH, but… maybe she’ll lecture me in a second or two about respect. Owltalon told him that she thought his name sounded nice, and humiliated to be complimented by somebody who appeared so frightening in his young eyes, Beachkit felt his face warm up underneath his fur. His eyes darted to his paws. Too nice… too awkward. Now I’ll have to compliment her back- I used to hate it when mother said something nice to me, I never knew what to say back… goodness, I thought I’d left those struggles behind! DANG. IT. Instead, Beahckit just offered a small smile of thanks. Owltalon then told him not to mind the chanting, as it was simply tradition, and in less than a second, Beachkit found himself feeling extra humiliated. Of course he had admitted to his frenzy… he always talked too much. This situation, unfortunately, must have been no different. She apologized for the startle after giving him a short-lived smile, so Beachkit offered her a gracious nod. Gotta be polite. When Owltalon offered for him to sit next to her, in a mumble, he told her, “Y-yeah, ok-kay, thank you.” as he slipped down into a sitting position beside the Lionheart. He winced at the sight of her claws, jerking his head back just a little at the sight of them, but when he confirmed that there was no danger in them, he took a deep breath and released it slowly, staring at the ground in front of their front paws.
Owltalon mentioned Sorrelkit, asking him where his energetic sister was, and Beachkit forced himself to look up at the warrior. No idea. Probably off a king friends, unlike ME. Ugh. He wanted to go ahead and tell that to Owltalon, but the casual manner of it didn’t fit his personality at all, so those words stayed trapped in his throat and mind. Owltalon then brought up a separate topic, confirming that he was safe here. Beachkit squinted up at ehr, peering at the warrior through narrowed eyes. Around YOU, sure, maybe… good, but what about the rest of this clan… He thought to himself, but Owltalon was quick to address that problem as well. She told him that yes, with her company, he was safe from any and all danger. No cat was going to mess with him when he was around her. Beachkit couldn’t help it- he felt heart-touched. He felt his fur flatten against his neck and spine, and his ears lifted just slightly from the top of his head. It was good to be assured that he was being protected… and starting from there, he felt a weird attachment towards Owltalon. It was like if he left her side then the entirety of the rest of RiverClan would come hurtling in his direction with claws aiming right for his innocent pelt. But in the end, he was glad to know he was safe.
At the sound of that, Beahckit grunted and nervously scooted nearer to Owltalon. The closer to his shield he was, chances were, the safer he was underneath her wing/care. He had to speak or he would just feel disgusting and nastily disrespectful, so quietly, Beachkit began to thank the brown and scarred she-cat. “R-Right. Yeah. Thank you for… being nice, and… calm. Yeah.” Honesty above all else, Beachkit laughed a small and airy laugh that was shaken up by all of the trembling that was still sending spasms throughout his pelt. He added with that same faltering smile, “I th-thought you’d eat me or s-soemthing, b-because of the s-scar, but… no offense, I m-mean it!” He was fearfully quick to add that last part. He definitely didn’t want to offend Owltalon or make her feel bad in any way, that might turn her against him. “B-because… it’s actually r-really cool. I’m just a w-wimp… a c-coward, aha. The s-scar’s cool, yeah- anyway, y-yeah, I have a sister… a-and… her name is Sorrelkit.” Beachkit felt his smile soften at the sound of himself saying his sister’s new name. It was all she had wanted for a while, to finally get into RiverClan and meet Seabreeze, become a true part of the family. The name Sorrelkit just represented that achievement, that goal. Of course, the thing they had come for being Seabreeze, they hadn’t exactly finished their goal, but Beachkit understood that nobody walkways got what they wanted, Sorrelkit and himself included.
Still quiet with his voice, Beahckit continued. “Y-yeah, th-thanks for complimenting my name, though… I… I guess I k-kind of l-look like the beach a l-little, like Seabreeze l-looks like the s-sea… a-and… oh…” His voice drowned out when he mentioned his brother aloud to Owltalon again. He seriously did not want the lionheart to go scanning aorund for Seabreeze again, because he still wasn’t too keen on Seabreeze coming over to speak with them. So again, Beachkit decided to admit to the truth. He breathed deeply, and hesitantly, began to explain the situation to Owltalon. He trusted the she-cat to keep quiet about their family struggles, but at the moment, excluding Sorrelkit, Owltalon and her safety-assurance was probably the most reliable thing he had wandered up upon so far in this beaten and battered clan. He tried to raise his voice, failed, and his voice cracked. After that, he gave up and only got quieter. “S-so… y-yeah, we came for S-Seabreeze, but I th-think he hates us, maybe b-because… well, I dunno… b-but… he doesn’t w-want to see us, so I think… you’re my best bet for… safety…?” Beachkit blinked quickly, realized that might sound forceful, so he swung his paws up in front of his face as if in surrender. “O-oh- OH- no, but only if y-you want to, you don’t h-have to keep me s-safe, I know, I know… sorry… this is r-really awkward, sorry- you didn’t n-need to know that, s-sorry… s…” No more sorry’s, just shut up. Beahckit mused to himself. Leave her be. Now you’ve DEFINITELY annoyed her! So much for safety…!
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~ @Marigoldwhisper (Owltalon) ~
// Breathe in a bag, Beachkit… if only he had a bag. Anyway, this guy and Seabreeze are both having emotional crises, must run in the family-
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Making my comeback to WCO- I look forward to starting things up again!
"GASP."
Dramatically she touched a forepaw to her chest, as if needing to place it over her heart to calm herself down as she threw her cousin a wide-eyed stare, filling her expression with theatrical shock. As a member of the family of the Crown? Oh, cousin, you should know you can't pull that with me."As theCrown, I demand to be allowed to treat you with all the disrespect that. I. please!"
She gave her cousin one last, exaggerated glance, before tossing the dramatically playful display aside and sitting down again. Then he turned to start playing with that scar of his jeeeez whyyyyyyyyy. Cringing and grimacing the Crown squirmed where she sat, twisting to focus her copper eyes on a different spot. "Areeeesssss,," her voice was a whining hiss as she shook her fur as if to shake off the sight. She wouldn't ever speak like that bout anybody's scars. Expect Ares'. She was allowed to though, in this case. Like he was literally just doing this to gross her out, she just knew it.
Throwing her head to the side, the Crown let out a dramatic sigh. "Well at least you never had to watch your shoulder be ripped open by one of em spirits, ok? Coming down from the heavens," she moved her paw over her head and looked longingly up at the stone roof of her nook, as if seeing the night map charted there. "made of starlight, and then raking their starry claws over your old scar to make this mark," she gestured at the X over her left shoulder. "Traumatizing, Ares, nightmare-inducing I tell you!"
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@Rowan
Copper gaze searched the roof of the den as the Crown sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. "We are fiiinnnneee, ok?" She reached out a paw to carefully poke the kitten as Mumble went to sniff it. "Yeah don't worry btw, the blood's all mine!" That did not sound as comforting as it had in her head. "Err, well, yeah, not my blood, to be exact... Like basically... foxes, you know? Really sucky-ass things am I right? Soooo, like if one were to hypothetically smell one while out on a lil' walk, it would be a perfectly logical thing to go after it, you know, so that it won't come onto our terf in the future, of course!"
She gave Mumble another 'look-it's-completely-fine-but-also-I'm-sorry-but-also-like-you-understand-why-I-did-the-stupid-thing'-look. "And it was for the better, since not only had the thing alright kil-" oop, right, there was a child present. "munched on one cat, so Ibititrealharduntilitstoppedtryingtostayalive and couldn't leave a child, ok"
Bloodhound, as expected, teleported right over to her the second Mumble mentioned the injuries, and while the Crown... allowed him to start sniffing over the blood that was on her, she every so subtly trapping her tail around the kit when the healer dove down for it. "still a child, k?"
She glanced at blood again at the "looks like we don't have anything big in our paws" comment. "oh yeah my bad there, I'll keep in mind to get something ripped off next time. gotta give the pair of you something to do." Then she turned back to Mumble. "But yeah, no, foxblood, not Saturnblood (only those scratches ok, but it's finally fine), or childblood, for that matter. I mainly just wanted to have a look at this one over here. Like he doesn't seem to be all here, he doesn't really respond and doesn't want to eat a whole lot unless I cut up the food, and I tried talking to him..." maybe she shouldn't yap about all of the things she had done that were not going to the doctor, but at least she was here now. "and then you could always check my scratches, while Im here you know, show me what those healer's paws do"
purrks ; hk [ atari ver. ] , dreamwalker
she / they . atari healer
24 moons . autistic
tags ; open to RIVERCLAN CATS
trigger warnings for this post: none
mumble crept out of their den and padded over to the exit of camp. nose to the ground, she decided the blood covering the floor of her side of the den, mind you, needed some cleaning. she was looking for some moss to sop up the blood and also to top off her herb storage. mumble's nose caught the scent of some new flower and her ears pricked excitedly. something to put on her walls! then her nose caught the scent of something else. what was that..?
[ this is separate from the current border patrol ]
She had to get out of camp. Even the sight of Wisteriawren made her stomach twist into knots and Dusklion wasn't entire sure how to handle it. Frustration and anger and irritation left her restless so the deputy once again slipped out of camp under the guise of inspecting the borders. They had them marked at least, and the Clan was settling in; she could afford some time away from it all.
Slipping around the side of the mountain and heading back towards the border with the odd smells, it wasn't long before she caught sight of a cat she didn't know. Was this one of the cats the scent markers belonged to?
She stared to unsheath her claws before realizing that, at least in this scenario, RiverClan was likely the ones intruding. The thought of being the cause of getting the Clan kicked from their home after they'd already been exiled for a war she had started had Dusklion pulling them back in and instead approaching with a scowl on her face. "Who're you?" she asked bluntly, tail lashing to one side as the deputy studied the stranger.
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Hmm so a former loner he had meet a few time to time it seemed like every cat from far and wide was some form of an outcast but who was he to judge he was certainly not in the position too besides he had met a group of rouges during his travels that taught him many things perhaps this cat was the same although the mention of getting harrasesd irked him “You’ll learn the warrior ways and maybe someday be like me he added nicely in a way he knew how
"Ha....." Starrypaw didn't believe him. She was a scaredy-cat, would jump at her own shadow. Well, she used to until she realized that her shadow wouldn't hurt her. "I'm scared of loud noises, water, shouting twolegs, twoleg monsters, twoleg thunderpaths, thorns, big mean cats, and cat with very long claws who like to show off their long claws. I used to be scared of my own shadow, and I still jump when I see it unexpected. I'll never be like you, because you're brave and I'm not. I'm a pushover and everyone knows it." Starrypaw looked down at her paws at this outburst. Way to go, what would this cat think of her now?
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