RiverClan Territory

[Pounce]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Rainpelt’s rage wavered as the tom spoke to her. He wasn’t afraid, he was calm and as he stared back at her with his amber eyes, there was a quiet peace about him. Unlike the chaos in her own mind, his was as steady and calm as the babbling of the river he sat beside. Rainpelt knee full well that the warrior code demanded she chase off invaders from their territory. But this cat had taken no fish from what she could see. He appeared to be just... sitting there. “Fine,” she said at last, reluctantly. “But you’ll take no prey and you won’t return. I’ll escort you to the border when you’re done with...whatever it is you’re doing.” She kept her claws unsheathed as she spoke, and sat on her haunches while she waited, her tail thumping impatiently.

"Ah," A purr hummed pleasantly in his throat, "As you wish. Here," He stood and rolled a clam beneath his paw. He had three more. "Then I guess I should return this." Watch took the stone-like prey between his teeth and leapt from the rock ledge, landing nimbly on white paws. He seated himself a few tail-lengths away, wishing to give this curious she-cat her space. He set it down gently and batted it playfully to her.

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by meraki

The smaller calico tom had always been more fond of Greenleaf; he wasn’t a fan of being constantly cold all the time, and he assumed others would likely agree. His pale green eyes wavering, Rowanflicker scanned the area around the two. Honestly, he was still rather surprised that the leader of their clan had asked to go on a patrol with him; he was rather average in his mindset, but the tom shrugged it off. This he would use as an opportunity. Rowanflicker exhaled slowly, watching the smoke-like heat release into the chilly, crisp, winter air. As a kit, he used to be amazed by the cloud that was released at each breath; but now, it was more of an evil omen, one that hinted at the coming of leaf-bare. He looked up at the sky, at the ominous grey clouds that sheilded the sun. His multicoloured tail swished back and forth as they walked, the slight kink in it painless. Rowanflicker had always been a loyal cat; one that seldom ever doubted his leader, and such was the case with Fallenstar. If StarClan decided he was worthy of being leader, then Rowanflicker believed Fallenstar was worthy of being a leader- and that’s just how it was. At the other tom’s comment, Rowanflicker simply shook his head. “Of course not; a little chill shouldn’t be much of a problem at all. A slight setback perhaps, but nothing impossible.” He replied calmly, a mere shrug of his shoulders.
Lifting his cranium up towards the sky, Rowanflicker lifted his nose and checked to see if he could catch the scent of any prey, though all he could smell was cold air. They continued on their way, the small tom still keeping lookout for any rabbits or voles, just in case some were late to hibernate. The rushing sounds of the river caught his ears as they swivelled in its direction. Soon though, the more lentic parts of the river would freeze over; but likely not for another moon if they were lucky. Rowanflicker’s eyes flicked over to Fallenstar, considering this question thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should head downstream? That’s the direction the fish generally go this time of the season. Though in spring they’ll move upstream, of course.” He added sensibly. Rowanflicker did not know much about the leader’s backstory; he only knew of bits and pieces from rumours that fluttered about the camp. Personally, he was not one to listen to rumours; that was just something about the tom that distinguished him from others at times. He wouldn’t assume anything of a cat without actual knowledge of the fact.

The ebony feline shot him a small smile, which one would miss if they blinked. He rarely smiled now a days, he couldn't find anything to smile about, Honeypool had disappeared, he was unsure of his own emotions, and he wasn't sure about becoming leader. Of course he tried to hide his insicurities and tried to hide his hesitancy, which was incredibly hard, but, in order for his clan to feel safe, protected, secure, he had to push those feelings back, the only reason he agreed to become deputy was because he wanted to protect them. "Happy to hear Rowanflicker, like the determination. But of course if you get sick, that could cause some problems, we need as many paws as we can get this Leaf-bare." he stated, looking at the calico feline in the corner of his eye.

As soon as the tom mentioned where they should go, and why they should go there the massive feline nodded and made his way downstream. "Downstream it is." he said, his ears flat against his head as he pushed his way through the reeds and tallgrass. He had just gotten his 9 lives two days ago, and he was still a little sore from the amount of pure power he had received. He wasn't expecting it, the surges of life that they handed to him, such a foreign feeling. He was fairly sad though, he hadn't seen his mother or Waterstreak there, and he really wished to speak with the two. On the same note, he was very happy about the fact that he didn't see his father there, or else he would have definitely stopped the ceremony, in fact, the only reason why he continued the ceremony in the first place was because of Wheatfur, who assured him that every feline makes mistakes, and that this wasn't one of them.

As the walk downstream got eerily quiet Fallenstar twitched his whiskers and slowed his stride, now walking beside the warrior. " I don't think I've ever spoken to you before." he stated, his lapis hues bore into the calico's pelt. " I think you became a warrior just a few moons before me." he added. The ebony tom was a young leader, but he wasn't the youngest leader that Riverclan had ever had, in fact he believed that belonged to Russetstar. He was only 34 moons, and he looked like he was 30 moons, which was alright with him. He had only spoken to the tom once or twice when he was an apprentice, and only congradulated him when he became a warrior, but after that it was only glances in each other's general direction and brief greetings which ended quickly. The tom felt obligated to know each and every feline in his clan, though he couldn't exactly explain the reasoning behind that strong feeling he would still obey it.

[Tgwtgfan]

@Rubinaito

Crimsonfeather overlooked the cliff that served as a border between Riverclan and Windclan.

[red_inactive]

Originally Posted by Tgwtgfan

@Rubinaito

Crimsonfeather overlooked the cliff that served as a border between Riverclan and Windclan.

(Forgive me, but I think I've forgotten the plot as well as the characters involved! Do you remember?)

[Tgwtgfan]

Originally Posted by Rubinaito

(Forgive me, but I think I've forgotten the plot as well as the characters involved! Do you remember?)

Forgot, but I'll check.

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by Pounce

"Ah," A purr hummed pleasantly in his throat, "As you wish. Here," He stood and rolled a clam beneath his paw. He had three more. "Then I guess I should return this." Watch took the stone-like prey between his teeth and leapt from the rock ledge, landing nimbly on white paws. He seated himself a few tail-lengths away, wishing to give this curious she-cat her space. He set it down gently and batted it playfully to her.

Rainpelt watched with some surprise as the tom rolled a small, white thing toward her. It looked like the shells she’d sometimes find scattered along the bank. She gave it a sniff and noticed it smelled vaguely of fish. “You were eating these?” She asked, a little bewildered. “How? Why didn’t you catch a fish instead?”

[meraki]

Originally Posted by starfall

The ebony feline shot him a small smile, which one would miss if they blinked. He rarely smiled now a days, he couldn't find anything to smile about, Honeypool had disappeared, he was unsure of his own emotions, and he wasn't sure about becoming leader. Of course he tried to hide his insicurities and tried to hide his hesitancy, which was incredibly hard, but, in order for his clan to feel safe, protected, secure, he had to push those feelings back, the only reason he agreed to become deputy was because he wanted to protect them. "Happy to hear Rowanflicker, like the determination. But of course if you get sick, that could cause some problems, we need as many paws as we can get this Leaf-bare." he stated, looking at the calico feline in the corner of his eye.

As soon as the tom mentioned where they should go, and why they should go there the massive feline nodded and made his way downstream. "Downstream it is." he said, his ears flat against his head as he pushed his way through the reeds and tallgrass. He had just gotten his 9 lives two days ago, and he was still a little sore from the amount of pure power he had received. He wasn't expecting it, the surges of life that they handed to him, such a foreign feeling. He was fairly sad though, he hadn't seen his mother or Waterstreak there, and he really wished to speak with the two. On the same note, he was very happy about the fact that he didn't see his father there, or else he would have definitely stopped the ceremony, in fact, the only reason why he continued the ceremony in the first place was because of Wheatfur, who assured him that every feline makes mistakes, and that this wasn't one of them.

As the walk downstream got eerily quiet Fallenstar twitched his whiskers and slowed his stride, now walking beside the warrior. " I don't think I've ever spoken to you before." he stated, his lapis hues bore into the calico's pelt. " I think you became a warrior just a few moons before me." he added. The ebony tom was a young leader, but he wasn't the youngest leader that Riverclan had ever had, in fact he believed that belonged to Russetstar. He was only 34 moons, and he looked like he was 30 moons, which was alright with him. He had only spoken to the tom once or twice when he was an apprentice, and only congradulated him when he became a warrior, but after that it was only glances in each other's general direction and brief greetings which ended quickly. The tom felt obligated to know each and every feline in his clan, though he couldn't exactly explain the reasoning behind that strong feeling he would still obey it.

The calico listened to the other’s words considerately, shrugging simply. “Perhaps, but needn’t you worry about me, Fallenstar. I’ll tell you if I’m feeling unwell.” Rowanstrike replied assuringly. He noticed the flash of a smile, so simply grinned back lightly. It was nice to see the clan’s leader in a better mood, and Rowanflicker figured he would attempt to distract the tom from his deeper thoughts. He continued to pad, having to take more steps than the other feline in order to keep up, though there was no sign that the calico was fatigued or tiring. His white paws stepped quickly upon the damp earth, the bottoms of his paws stained brown from the melted snow. A gust of winter wind ruffled Rowanstrike’s pelt as he lifted his amber eyes from the ground, squinting against the wind. Slowly, though, it calmed and went back to being still, only capable of rustling a few leaves that lay upon the ground.

The smaller tom had noticed the exhaustion in Fallenstar’s gaze, and had figured it was due to the hard work of being a leader. Rowanstrike knew little of the 9 lives ceremonies, but like everyone in the clans, he knew that the leader would receive nine lives from nine StarClan cats. From there, they would have these lives until they either used them all or retired. But that was the extent of the tom’s knowledge, and he hadn’t ever been too close to any of the leaders and had never asked. Of course, this was partly because he didn’t want to be rude. When the leader agreed with his plan to go downstream, he nodded lightly and continued with him downstream.

Having been deep in thought, Rowanstrike had almost not heard the leader’s comment. He glanced over and up at Fallenstar, listening now. Even when he paused in his sentence, the calico said nothing and waited for him to finish. Once the feline finished, Rowanstrike replied. “I believe you’re right,” He meowed, thinking. “I do remember you from our apprenticehood. I probably would’ve spoken more, though I was a shy kit and apprentice.” He explained with a shrug as they continued on their way. The tom looked up at the sky after that, expecting to see a bird fly overhead; but instead the sky was still. Eerily so. Leaf-Bare had come early that season, and Rowanstrike had a feeling it would not treat the clans kindly.

[zinfranny]

@Mauve
chivewhisker had been let out into the territory again. nobody had given him orders and nobody knew what it was chivewhisker did alone. but his hobbies included forgetting entire conversations people had spent on him, so when chivewhisker piped up during organizing hunting parties, he was sent to the territory because they knew he'd forget why in starclan's name he was out there anyways.
the portly cat was strolling lazily when a massive abrupt swoop of a crow nearly knocked him off his feet. chivewhisker's fur spiked in brief shock, but it faded when he saw the sleek black bird perched on a frozen log a ways away.
wow, would you look at that! that sure is a fast-flying crow! chivewhisker thought in admiration with his beaming, childlike eyes. he lost attention and continued walking until an coal-black feather floated directly in front of his path. chivewhisker, intrigued, looked up to see an ebony bird alighting in a tree.
wow, a crow! i haven't seen one in ages. how pretty!

[Mauve]

@Inglewood Binks

(Oh my-- how adorable Chivewhisker is! I simply adore him!)

It had been a rather long and dreadful past moon or so of travel for Twig, and the young tom wanted nothing more than to just stumble upon his father. That was the reason he had set out in the first place, and after he had dried his sorrowful expression from his tearful goodbye with his mother, the brown feline was certain it would only take a day or two. After the time it had already taken, Twig was about ready to give up.

On the path in front of him lay a few sleek black feathers, and for a moment his belly rumbled. A crow he thought to himself, his glands already palpitating at the thought of sinking his teeth into the warm flesh of a freshly caught bird. He wasn't the best hunter, surely, but he'd done alright enough to keep himself alive until now. Settling into a crouch, Twig stalked forward, mouth parted to scent the crow better. It wasn't too far ahead, and without much experience to go off of he figured this wouldn't be too hard of a catch since he was upwind of the animal.

"One... two... three!" After the countdown, Twig lept through the bushes, claws extending with a ferocious yowl escaping him. He fully expected the bird to be waiting patient on the other side, unaware of the looming death that stalked it. Only, instead his paws met a different kind of fur. It didn't take long to realize that his target had changed from a bird to a cat. How did I mix that scent up? he thought to himself as he tumbled into Chivewhisker, a startled mew coming from him.

[zinfranny]

@Mauve
(haha, the contast between the two moods)

one... two... three!
chivewhisker couldn't even process the distant countdown before he was bowled to the ground like a delicate flower. he had let out a yelp and was on the snowy earth, his body tightly coiled with his eyes squeezed shut or else the fear he bore may have shone through. chervil had found him and wasn't finished with him, chivewhisker knew it. but the slashes he expected ceased to score his skin.
chivewhisker opened his eyes. he was on the ground; a skinny brown face was staring down at him.
"w-what happened?" he hesitantly demanded, voice wary and oblivious.