‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ Brokenstream | 22 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙ sleek golden bengal tom with light green eyes, jet black ears & back legs
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Brokenstream staggered into camp, the weight of Wrenseeker’s body starting to take a toll on him as he finally reached the edge of the clearing. Blood staining his pelt, he gently lowered her to the ground before nearly collapsing himself. However, he knew he needed to push through. His eyes were clearly glazed with shock and grief at the sight of Wrenseeker’s battered body, and he stunk of blood and hawk. He had to push through.
”Fadingstar! You must come quickly!” He called hoarsely, stepping forward to use his body to shield the rest of his Clanmates as best as he could from the sight before them.
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Ravenpaw hated watching her sister being scolded in the center of the clearing, but at least most of the clan didn't seem to notice. She certainly wasn't going to intervene on her sister's behalf in this one, she really should have known better. She looked around the clearing for Redmire, ready to do some training. Or rather, for anything really. She was starting to feel bored.
Ravenpaw hated watching her sister being scolded in the center of the clearing, but at least most of the clan didn't seem to notice. She certainly wasn't going to intervene on her sister's behalf in this one, she really should have known better. She looked around the clearing for Redmire, ready to do some training. Or rather, for anything really. She was starting to feel bored.
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Oliverat ran straight at Ravenpaw, hoping he missed her, by a lot.
Being stuck in this camp was worse than wandering out in the open on his own (it really wasn't, he was just being cranky). Ever since joining RiverClan, he'd been stuck in the nursery without anything fun to do.
Making friends was hard. He wasn't like some of the other kits, easily able to strike up a conversation. Jaggedkit wanted someone to talk to and play with, but whenever he thought of approaching someone himself, he always chickened out.
At this particular moment, he loafed just outside the nursery, staring crankily at the ground. He had two more moons to go before he could start training to be a warrior (or so he'd been told), but to him it felt like two season-cycles.
◇ Baneberrykit ◇ ◇ The Storyteller ◇ Purrks: None ____________________
The Storyteller's black and tabby front paws had their curled claws unsheathed as Baneberrykit pawed the moss ball back and forth. Her rounded ears remained pricked, listening to the world around her with endless, cheery curiosity. Sure, she couldn't do awesome lunges like Lionkit, or be big and strong and cool as Smolderkit, but she was content enough just happily exploring within camp or batting around whatever mossballs found their lonesome way over to her. Something the blue eyed kitten could do however is be social, and this is said For a rather sorry sight had been caught in her line of vision. A kitten, like herself, sitting outside the nursery looking particularly unpleasant. But that just made him all the better target of her attention. The tortoiseshell then looked down at the moss ball between her paws, gave it one last hug before it would most likely be destroyed (as Baneberrykit didn't know how to create a funeral service... yet) in play and batted it over so it would most likely bump into the kit... Jaggedkit, was it? Yes. Jaggedkit. She locked her sky blue hues upon Jaggedkit with an expectant expression. He should bat it back, but whether he would or wouldn't only time would tell..
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isla, Alec, Bean, phantom, Morrigan, Dolomedes, Marigoldwhisper, and iliri all reside in here. They will never escape :>