The Ace of Spades returned to camp with her jaws clamped around her prey. Dropping the hare and mouse she— well, Emberfang and her caught the hare— in the fresh kill pile, she approached Dusklion with a smile. She felt free of the burdens that had plagued her since… the last six moons at least. There was no way Dusklion coulda known how much Goldfish had needed that, but it was nice to think about. The tortoiseshell halted in front of Dusk, golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she recalled the patrol. “We had a rather successful hunt. Since there wasn’t much soil to bury prey in, we… well, I… put the prey in a tree to come back for later.” A small purr of embarrassed laughter escaped the molly before she cleared her throat and continued. “I guess it worked, because so hawks or the hell knows what else ate the hares.” Goldfish couldn’t help but be slightly aware of Dusklion not being in an exactly happy mood. Not really. But she only showed concern for a moment. Dusklion wouldn’t speak to her about it if she didn’t want to. After all Goldfish and The tabby deputy didn’t exactly know one another very well. So she switched her focus to the relief she’d gotten. The feeling of freedom and security. The feeling of not being stressed and emotional. “Oh, and thanks for putting me on patrol. I really, really needed that, though you probably weren’t aware. If you ever need to toss a cat on patrol real quick I’d be more than happy to go. Hunting gave a nice… freeing feeling, if you know what I mean.” With that and a nod, she glanced back at her patrol mates, waved her tail goodbye to Dusklion, and Trotted off. The possibility that Dusk might not need her to leave yet made it hard to resist turning around for a glance. But she kept her carefree demeanor and simply padded a shot distance away to lie down.
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@taillow @Minkuu +1 hare [team catch]+1 mouse @kittycatburmise +1 hare +1 shrew [Not me forgetting where I put my header for safekeeping]
Goldfish: +1 hare [team catch] +1 mouse
In total; 2 hares, two mice, and one shrew.
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very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; beefed up tier 2 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 51 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart lifted up his voice as he cheered for the new warriors, his chest swelling with pride. He'd gone and raised up another able warrior, and Willowpaw — Willowtail now, he'd have to get used to that — and she seemed more than happy about it.
He was just about to make a joke about her suffix when she made it first. He chuckled, briefly touching his muzzle to her ear in an affectionate gesture (just about the most you'd get out of him, still sweet nonetheless). "Your tail's 'bout as long as a willow branch — no wonder Fadin'star gave it to ya after all," he snickered lightheartedly. At her praise and thanks, he ducked his head a bit — he had never been the best at taking compliments, instead deflecting the attention. "You earned it, kid, 'n did all the hard work. I'm honored to have been your mentor through it."
At her comment regarding the warrior's den, he pretended to roll his eyes and let out a sigh. "Sure, 'n here I thought I'd be gettin' some good sleep each night..." Then he flicked her tail with his to show he was only teasing.
It was nice, seeing the way her face lit up and the trademark cheeriness reentering her voice. It'd been a hard few weeks for not only the Clan, but herself — and she'd done it. She'd persisted in her main training and gotten her warrior name. "Don't worry, we'll fix up whatever trainin' y'got left — we ain't lettin' ya go back to ol' Willowpaw. And hey, kid..." He caught her with one last glance before she'd run off to go congratulate the other warriors. "I'm real proud of you, y'hear? Now, go on... enjoy it."
He sat back, watching with a faint smile on his maw as the newly-named Willowtail spoke to Wisteriawren and the other fresh warriors. For the first time in quite awhile, a genuine spark of hope started in his chest; RiverClan had been beaten down and nearly driven out, but here they were, still standing and naming five new warriors to their mix.
Maybe... maybe they'd be alright, after all. Stagheart wasn't an optimist, so it was a muted, hesitant hope — but still hope, nonetheless.
Willowtail returned her mentors affection and listened to his words. Her heart swelling with emotion as she whispered. "Thank you...." Purring brightly as he showed some affection to her with a small ear touch, beaming happily she went to the other warriors. After she padded to Berrypaw whom she'd (hopefully lol) became friends with. Both cats aware of there sorta of sibling relationship Willowtail would announce them to be sorta close. But nearing more warmth in every conversation. "Hi Berrypaw....." Willowtail awkwardly started.
Out of the blue, a small kit padded up to Stagheart, a small light grey paw padded his side, and unmistakenable black rings covered her pelt. "Excuse me mister, I'm Daisykit... my sissy is Willowtail is a warrior now but I can't find her..... could you maybe lead me in her....ooh your spotted pad is cool.... off topic sorry... her umm.. di... big word. Her spot?" the little Daisykit asked, her eyes a bright blue, matching her sisters perfectly as she looked up to Stagheart. Her adoring eyes and small paw were set on Stagheart. She felt the warmth of his fur regarding her cold nest, she natrually sat closer to him, her small body against his, not bothering to say a word or move as she seemed to have a light of happiness in her eyes. "Your warm..." Daisykit murmured, off track once again.
Willowtail padded back to her mentor after greeting Berrypaw. She padded back to her father figure and saw little Daisykit. "Seems you made a new friend." She teased Stagheart. "Shes a very sleepy baby..... very cute."
(OMG I JUST THOUGH WHAT IF STAGHEART MENTORS DAISYKIT TO PFFTTTTTTTT)
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[ HUNTING PATROL 1 ]
Bearsnout
29 Moons || RiverClan Lionheart || He/Him
Beefed Up Tier 1 || . . .
The Paladin
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With all the chaos died down and the patrol having finished their hunt, and finally regrouped, Bearsnout calmly led them back to the temporary camp with a content smile. He was glad the stress of today's patrol was over. "Dusklion! We finished our hunting patrol! Prey was good and quite plentiful in the forest." He called out. Then he made his way to the fresh kill pile to drop his prey off.
OUTSKIRTS BORDER PATROL - ON TRAIL, FARTHER DOWN MOUNT
It seemed that her patrol hadn't shown. Owltalon let out a sigh, stretching her hamstrings before making haste to check the borders and see what needed to be expanded. She would've snagged another warrior especially since this was uncharted territory for her (she wasn't looking forward to potentially getting hurled off a cliff) but she was willing to take some risks. She was a Lionheart, was she not? A little bit of danger wasn't gonna burn her pelt right off.
The bulky she-cat made her way through the terrain, still dreading the sound of her claws against what sounded like a chalkboard but way more gritty and sharp. The trail was narrow but not entirely impossible to follow. If she kept her paws straight enough, hopefully she'd stay on track. She looked around, hearing the faint lap of waves in the distance. She traveled as far as she could without loosing sight of camp. Plus, something else snagged at her. A foreign scent she didn't recognize. Most likely already owned territory. But by who? Or even worse, what?
The scarred feline wrinkled her nose, calculated paws taking a u-turn towards other areas. She had almost slipped a few times, but her claws were quick to dig into the ground. Owltalon was hoping to find the source of that river, maybe they could send out hunting patrols soon after this.
With camp finally blurring in her already testy vision, Owltalon took note of what places they could expand to and what they couldn't. She decided to mark said places with any weird stones she could find. Not they best option, but she couldn't really rely on her scent trail since the wind was probably carrying it off elsewhere.
Though, she still felt she had more exploring to do.
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(Although Owltalon has left without these cats, feel free to have them catch up!)
@CollapsingStars // Fishscale
@Snips // Icetail
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- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
All in all, RiverClan seemed to be settling into their new camp... relatively well. The shadows of battle hung over all of them, seeped into their bones and their expressions. Lark can see it in the way nary a single cat got away without a scratch, she can see it in the way they look over their shoulders, as if half expecting an attack to come yet again.
This isn't unexpected, in fact, Lark would've been more surprised if the echos of war did not hang over their heads. It keeps everyone busy, at the very least, and none so far have come up to her as she sits near the camp entrance, keeping watch over those coming and going. She doesn't expect this quiet to last long - it never does in RiverClan - and she's sure there are plenty with some choice words for her. But, for now, she'll keep standing guard.
[ @dino. - redmire || figured i'd go ahead and get a starter up !! ]
Redmire's injuries still hurt. She was pretty certain that by now, they were infected, and that was why they stung whenever she moved, but she just didn't have the time to care about that right now. Her Clan was practically in shambles. She couldn't afford to laze around and do nothing while others worked to rebuild, especially if she wanted to get one over on Fadingsun. So most of her time was spent out of camp, trying to learn how to hunt in the thicker forests and rockier terrain.
No such luck was to be had, and she was returning empty-pawed yet again. She'd blame it on the injuries and on her exhaustion, regardless of how frustrated she had become. Her frequent outings had her leaving at daybreak and returning periodically as the sun climbed and then sank in the sky, and she was well-aware of the fact she'd missed the last meeting entirely because of this, but she didn't care enough to find somebody to get the details from. They'd have to deal with her ignorance for now.
Imagine her surprise when, the next time she returned to what they were calling their camp, she was greeted by a face she'd hoped to never again see.
Redmire lifted her head and completely stopped in her tracks when she saw Larkwing situated by the camp's entrance. The questions of how, when, and most importantly, why flashed through her thoughts before they were completely overtaken by utter loathing and revulsion, and with a snarl now plastered across her face, she stormed into camp and stopped a whisker's-length away from the other she-cat. "When the hell did you get back?!"
Adderstrike's eyes sparkled in awe, her chest puffed out when Fadingstar told his praises of her to the clan. Let the clan hear all that she had done for them, and what she would do again and again for her clan. Till her heart stopped. Till her soul vanished. She would be the warrior that protected the weak and supported the law. The one who would lift the clan up with all that she could, she would do this. This was her destiny.
Though Adderstrike could not lie that it wasn't only happiness that was in her whole body at this moment. There was a heavy sinking feeling in her heart. The end of an era was just marked. The finality of her childhood was swept away by Fadingstars' words. Before she could let this dread overwhelm her other more cheerful moods, she heard the cheering of her clan behind her.
A beaming looked back to her clan. They were chanting her name. Her true name, the name that she had spent so long fighting fore and training so hard for. In that moment, her eyes drifted over to one of the many voices that rung out. One that she was familiar with, one she had spent time with a long time ago, someone she wished she could have spent more time with. Dusklion. Something warmed in her heart... Slowly her eyes drifted to another cat. Someone who hadn't spoken for a little while but was still there. Still important to Adderstrike.
Larkstar.
Never would she take the star out of her name. Larkstar had been fundamental to Adderstrike's entire making. She wasn't sure that Larkstar knew just how deeply she had affected the young cat but she had. Seeing her there, still there even after all that happened—It blew a gentle breeze on the flame of realization. Despite this marking the end of the era of who Adderpaw was and had been, there was a new era for her to forge herself. This would be the era of the Adder. She would make sure to be the brood mother of the clan that could be, and raise it to what it should be. Adderstrike would do all in her soul's might to set Riverclan back on the right path and to make the other clans know how foxhearted they had been. Yet needless cruelty would need not show its face in this, for Adderstrike knew how to be an actual warrior unlike those other leaders. Maybe even they would figure out how to act properly, now that would be something wondrous.
With all that being said, Adderstrike needed to focus on the now for the time being so she looked back to Fadingstar with a confident look. "I will make sure to serve Riverclan with honor now and forever more. You can count on me to always do the right thing. You have my life's honor on that." She said firmly. Adderstrike wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish her grand goal but she knew that for certain was that she needed to help her clan during this trying time in exile. Once they got back home then she would have to focus on her next steps. It wouldn’t help her if she overwhelmed herself with a monumental goal without breaking it down.
She then looked back to the clan when it seemed like the meeting was moving on now. There was a side task that came into her mind looking back to people that were important to her. Little time did she spare with talking to the ones that she cared about. Maybe she should reach out, it wouldn’t hurt to have more cats to support her on her way to be the best warrior there was. Maybe she just needed a moment not to test her might, and to just… To just enjoy herself in the company of another. A soft smile came to the newly made warrior’s face.
Mistyshard
RiverClan Medicine Cat 40 Moons, She/Her
Purrks: The Collector, Dreamwalker
Mistyshard cautiously approached the border, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar, mountaineous terrain. She was on a solo patrol, her steps quiet as she checked for any signs of trouble. She wanted to go explore the new territory and borders by herself, as she had heard rumours of other cats living here. The day dragged on, and she had duties to do. Maybe some herbs to collect, on her way back.
As she moved along, her gaze caught a flash of movement nearby. Curious, Mistyshard crept closer, hoping not to be seen. She noticed a grey tabby marking the borders - something routine and simple for most cats, but important for Clan security. He seemed like he knew what he was doing... and he certainly wasn't a RiverClanner. The herbalist's eyebrows quirked upwards as she eyed the odd cat.
So far, there didn't seem anything threatening about him. She was a good fighter, so maybe she should just give up her fighting act and try to get to know more about this other group. "Hello?" she mewed cautiously, staying back but also trying not to appear hostile.
°RowanMane°
Male / Warrior / 30 Moons / Riverclan
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes — he has a crooked jaw with a scratch across his mouth and half his ear missing
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @IDIOTICBEAN101
He nodded, scanning the she. “Yeah—I mean…I know that RiverClan hasn’t had the smoothest past. I wasn’t born and raised there but…I truly think FadingSu-ahem-Star…has made a difference.” He explained.
“So…what all do ya remember?” He asked, trying to get an answer for himself too.
“What all do ya remember?”
Oh boy, what a question.
When asked this question, Raccoonsun tried to dig into her brain to try and find something, so she didn’t just have to say oh, ya know, absolutely nothing.
Because, honestly? It felt humiliating to remember nothing, but she didn’t know why she felt so shameful about it.
“Nothing before I woke up with the injury that caused this scar.” She said “Guess I really banged my head or something. I remember basic instincts too, thankfully. That would suck if I didn’t.”
It made her worry a bit less about that assessment with Fadingstar, since she had instincts, at least.
Though, she still may embarrass herself somehow.
Maybe she should just stop thinking about that for now.
So, she did.
Rowanmane had said he wasn’t born and raised in RiverClan, which made her curious to where he grew up.
But, she kept it to herself.
°RowanMane°
Male / Warrior / 30 Moons / Riverclan
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes — he has a crooked jaw with a scratch across his mouth and half his ear missing
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @IDIOTICBEAN101
“Well…at leas’ you could remember survival skills. If you ever need help with training to freshen up, I’ll happily mentor ya’ a bit.” He offered the best smile he could, with his jaw being all weird feeling still.
“Do you- remembah’ family? Sorry- I don’ mean ta’ push or anythin.” He said, his tongue getting in the way of talking normally.
Re: RiverClan Camp
