~ black she-cat with gray spots, yellow eyes, and one white foot ~
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The air blew on the little black kit. Her little paws moved like she was being celebrated for something, the bright yellow eyes narrowing and her ears lowered slightly. She couldn't understand most things, but she kept thinking RiverClan was in some kind of danger.
`I know something is wrong, I'm sure of it...´
The little kit's mind was racing. Was she strong? No, but she will be soon! Was she fearless? No, but that can change! Was she- was someone coming?
Asa's head dips, and this is all the thanks and acknowledgement that Vertigo gets for leaving to get them both something to eat. He returns his paw back to where it'd been tucked up beneath him, too, faintly disappointed that he hadn't been able to catch Vertigo's tail. If nothing else, he'd hoped a sore tail might dissuade Vertigo from thinking too hard about whatever's got him sounding the way he does this morning. It isn't just the heat.
Asa's still buiding Vertigo's snare in his own mind, but he can't settle on the material. He already knew brute force and light bullying, for all that Asa finds it funny, likely isn't the way to do it. Cruel and punishing traps leave preymeat tight and bitter in the end, and Vertigo doesn't need anyone else's help getting like that. The thought pries a breathy nose-laugh out of Asa as his brother returns.
None of the solutions he thinks up in that short time are any newer than the problem itself. Asa pulls at the feathers of his meal, neatly collecting them in a separate spot. There's no plan for them later or anything; he just hates a mess, is all. He's content to eat in the usual silence, taking small bites and chewing carefully. The injury to his throat had damaged more than just his voice, but it was another change that Asa has long since adjusted to. He eats slowly, he eats cautiously, and he hardly ever winces around the swallows anymore.
Vertigo speaks again. Asa's chewing still, counting it out in his head. The counting probably isn't necessary, but he enjoys it. His thoughts flick to Juniper. He swallows.
"Learning." It's taken quite a bit of effort for Asa to resist the urge to monopolize his daughter's time, to just sit her down and cram her head full of everything he thinks she could ever need to know. It wouldn't be right of him, no matter how certain he is that it'd be making her life easier in the long run. Life isn't easy, especially here, and part of her initiate training will be to experience that truth for herself.
"Will make a...good trapper," he adds in a tone that's half proud and half barbed.
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Grinning as the five apprentices gather to be named, Lark feels pride surge through her. They'd have new warriors - and not just one, but five. It felt like a good omen, like a blessing from the stars above... or compensation for the calamity that's been brought on RiverClan.
Either way, Lark finds herself cheering with the crowd as each is given their new names. "Adderstrike! Wrenseeker! Sunsetgleam! Cobwebfern! Willowtail!" She shouts - the loudest she's raised her voice since returning to camp. Her gaze meets Adderstrike, then, and briefly a pang of guilt that she was not the one to name her flashes in her chest, but Lark shakes it off. There's no use for feeling that way right now.
Gettin to her paws, the former leader nods to the other newly named warriors, before coming to stand in front of Adderstrike, smile unwavering and eyes warm.
"Well done, Adderstrike," she praises warmly, leaning over in an invitation to bunt heads. "I'm sorry I haven't been here to see your training progress, but you've done well for yourself. I'm proud of you."
cobwebfern purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she / they . riverclan
15 moons . missing back leg
tags ; @taillow - dusklion , @squidz - berrypaw
trigger warnings for this post: none
cobwebpaw's first reaction to fadingsun's words was astonishment. she paused for a second, hearing the loud cheering of cats behind her, before looking up at fadingsu-star, now, that was cool. cobwebpaw - no, cobwebfern, now, had barely any time to react to her new name, to being a warrior, before-
FLUMP.
a large ball of fur essentially whacked into her from the side and she fell to the ground, rolling and tangling with dusklion. her laughs were joyful, proud, and for the first time in moons she felt nothing but happy. after cobwebfern slowed to a stop, she scrambled to her paws and blew dirt off her fur before pressing her forehead to her mento- former mentor's. that would probably take some getting used to.
' course. after my vigil. ' cobweb repeated to herself, bumping her head softly against dusklion's again before moving on. she caught berrypaw's eye and grinned, limping over to her and purring. ' hah, thank you! she couldn't stop the excited giggle that bubbled up from her chest, bumping her head against berry's flank appreciatively.
cobwebfern let out a sigh, then padded away to a quieter part of the clearing. ' i'm a warrior now. ' she mumbled to herself. you hear that, "dad"?! i'm a starsdamned warrior now, okay? you can't hurt me anymore. never again.
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
As Owltalon trotted back up the mountain (way easier said than done) she made a mental note of a few things. Another group of supposedly cats were somewhere down these mountains so enforcing borders would help let them know that Riverclan wasn't to be toyed with. As far as expanding borders go, Owltalon believed they could stretch out for a good area or land before they were right up against the other cats.
By the time she'd made it back to the patrol place, Owltalon was the most tired she'd ever been. She was relieved to smell the fishy sent of Riverclan once more, but she knew soon enough that scent would fade especially with them being so far from the water now.
"Dusklion, 'ere to report! We can expand borders but should be cautious. My nose caught wind of somethin' else, somethin' foreign. I don't think they should be an issue, but we should be wary of 'em. My two patrol mates, Fishscale and Iceclaw didn't show," Owltalon wrinkled her nose at that. She was positive more would've gotten done if she had them with her. With her lack of sight, Owltalon could only go so far down the mountains with the nagging fear of getting lost in them. "I marked what I saw as a possible border expansion with weird rocks as my own claw marks. Kinda hurt ta shred inta rock, but it worked." She Lionheart shrugged, lifted up a paw to peer at her own claws. They looked fine for having to scrape at rock for Starclan knows how long.
"I also heard a body of water. Not 'ure how far or close it is, my sight was messin' with me. But, we should probably try and take a look at it, wherever it may be." Owltalon nodded and waited patiently for Dusklion to respond.
Dawn was breaking. The sky was clear. And would-be King of Kings was awake.
Granted, the black tom always woke early. But golden dawns like this one made him feel alive and powerful, as if the sun's rays themselves flowed through his veins to give him its energy. A shame, indeed, that he had little to use it for. The monarchs of this group weren't worth the waste, and most duties were taken care of before he could get to them. So Ozymandias took to the lands beyond his lands for his outlet. Practice, he called it. The souls that fell to his claws there wouldn't be missed by anyone, anyway.
This morning, he opted to lounge. Dark eyes scanned the craggy clearing from the rock Ozymandias splayed out on, watching and waiting for something to pique his interest.
Dawn was breaking. The sky was clear. And would-be King of Kings was awake.
Granted, the black tom always woke early. But golden dawns like this one made him feel alive and powerful, as if the sun's rays themselves flowed through his veins to give him its energy. A shame, indeed, that he had little to use it for. The monarchs of this group weren't worth the waste, and most duties were taken care of before he could get to them. So Ozymandias took to the lands beyond his lands for his outlet. Practice, he called it. The souls that fell to his claws there wouldn't be missed by anyone, anyway.
This morning, he opted to lounge. Dark eyes scanned the craggy clearing from the rock Ozymandias splayed out on, watching and waiting for something to pique his interest.
As The Traveler's golden green eyes blinked open, the voices surrounded her once again. Not the usual voices and noises, but other cats. Yes, that's right. She's in the... the Atari. The Initiate couldn't help but feel uneasy about this place. She didn't have the best reputation with groups. After what had happened to Flutter. Paw. Flutterpaw was her name now, wasn't it? Or it was. The memory of seeing her grave had changed something in Moth. Voices and noises surrounded her. Cornered her from all sides. Laughing. Heavy breathing. Snarls and growls. Dark, evil noises. Deathly noises. A stiff swallow, then She rose to her paws, stretching each leg in turn. Then her back. The noises of other cats helpfully muted any horrible hauntings for the most part. Not completely but enough that the reached sounds in her head would leave her alone. Or so it seemed. As she exitedthe den, a hollow giggle sounded from behind her. Nobody was there. Breathe, Moth. Breathe. She found herself sitting near a rock, stiff and rather uncomfortable looking. She casted a Glance to a nearby cat sunning. A tiny smile, then she decided it would be best to observe for now. To hope and prey the damn voices would leave her alone today.
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@/dino . [Open]
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?!"
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Quickly approaching pawsteps have the warrior turning her head in the direction of the territory beyond camp, and it's there that she's met with the sight of a seething Redmire. Lark swallows thickly as the younger molly stands an inch in front of her, but she does not flinch away.
For a moment, Lark debates if she should get riled up about this, match the warrior's energy and throw vitriol right back at her, but that would be petty and childish and Redmire has every right to be upset. Lark cannot fault her for being mad - it's the expected reaction. Besides, she's had plenty of cats shout ire at her before, this is not anything new.
"I returned just before the attack," she says, and if her voice wavers nervously at all she does not acknowledge it. "Fadingstar only just announced my return."'Which you'd know had you been at the meeting,' her mind adds rudely. But she doesn't say any more than that. If Redmire wants some sort of fight or to bring about a stronger reaction from the former leader, she'll have to do a lot more than just be rude.
II She/Her II 27 Moons II RiverClan Warrior II
[ Herbal Knowledge T1 ● The Collector ]
Spottedstream let out a warm purr at her sister, blue eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry goldie. I got lost while out on the territory, and was chased by a fox. This outsider helped me and I was able to come back to t-the camp, but you were gone. And so you're a wonderful mother to Shellkit, I'm sure of it," she mewed softly. Spottedstream was always like a mother to her sister, after Cormorantcrash decided not to raise them. So needless to say, Spotty was proud when Gold became a mother herself. The bengal molly smiled warmly at her nephew, letting out a welcoming purr. "Hello, Young Shellkit. I'm Spottedstream, your mother's sister," she explained, curling up her tail around her stomach. "I missed you so much," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes again. After that, the molly stayed silent. After what felt like forever, she was reunited with her sister. Somehow, no words were able to be spoken - Spottedstream only enjoyed the time she was spending with Goldie.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
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