RiverClan Territory

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Flashfire

Questions seeming to rush to her head, Ashfur needed to calm down and think. I need to think about 1 question, I'm not a kit! She murmered to herself, then brought herself to say," Umm...wait, I think I remember what it is!" Ashfur exclaimed," Its a turtle! The weird animals with shells, i think they're called."

"Turtle! That's it!" He exclaimed in relief, crouching closer to inspect that animal. Like he had been told before, the shell was a rich brown, patterned to look like... well a turtle shell! It had been a long time since he saw any in the river, though his nontraditional fishing method was quite... disruptive. Frostflight would be lucky to even catch a fish sometimes, but alas it was still quite fun! "Have you caught anything yet?" He questioned again, turning his icy gaze to Ashcloud.

[Fawn]

Bright, curious eyes observed the marshland situated within the forest, marveling over the moonlight splashed upon the reeds and the stars glittering in the river, the crickets chirping and frogs croaking now that green-leaf was underway. Fawnpaw was almost dangerously distracted in his surroundings since he’d nearly run into a couple of the sparse trees, but venturing into the territory with Frostflight wasn’t a disappointment, and he was inwardly thankful for agreeing (perhaps a bit too eagerly) to accompany his walk. Despite his naive excitement, Fawnpaw attempted to maintain a more stoic, serious expression in his attempt to appear mature — an effort that may have been more successful if not for his tendency to wear his emotions for all to see. “It’s more peaceful than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, voice hushed with awe as he peered to Frostflight, gratitude spilling into his meow. “I… mostly just hear about the patrols that run into problems, so it kind of seemed like this place was just full of foxes and enemy warriors. I mean, maybe it wasn't that far-fetched because when I was younger...” he coughed, unsure if he should be somewhat amused or embarrassed by the memory anymore, "I went out to try tracking prey, and I, uh, followed a scent that may have led me to a fox eating prey." More flatly, he added, "Then it thought I was its next meal - delivered."


[ @Dust ]

[versailles]

Originally Posted by Shivers

Cloddash practically sighed in relief to see Kestrelpaw nodding in response. The tom wasn't used to being in control so it felt a bit odd to him that he was actually to be a mentor over this apprentice. Clouddash began to slow down a bit becoming much more alert as they began to get closer to the border in case of intruders and eventually stopped to turn and face the young tom, "Before we go after real prey could you please show me your hunter's crouch." The gray and white tom asked.

Hunters crouch? Oh! That should be easy enough, it was just a crouch. The brown feline crouched down, giving his tail a flick, gaze travelling up to Clouddash. "Is this good?" he inquired, hoping he hadn't done it wrong.

[Tundra]

@Castiel97

Snowsong stalked through the territory, tail flicking. She was still angry about the recent battle, how so many cats had betrayed Riverclan. In her opinion, they should be exiled. She didn’t trust them, she thought they would try to take over Riverclan. A bunch of traitors! She bared her teeth as she thought for the fight, a few warriors were killed in that fight. “They’ll never be loyal to Riverclan, they never can be loyal to Riverclan.” The warrior growled as she stepped on a twig. Now she was sure most of the prey had run and hid, except for the fish of course. She wasn’t good at catching mice or voles, so it didn’t bother her too much. Shrugging, she made her way to the river, wanting to catch a fish or two to take her mind off of the battle. After all, she enjoyed fishing quite a bit, it made her relax somehow. She didn’t question it, she just let it happen. The brown-and-white she-cat slowly dropped into a crouch, claws unsheathed, and waited for a fish to swim by.

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Bright, curious eyes observed the marshland situated within the forest, marveling over the moonlight splashed upon the reeds and the stars glittering in the river, the crickets chirping and frogs croaking now that green-leaf was underway. Fawnpaw was almost dangerously distracted in his surroundings since he’d nearly run into a couple of the sparse trees, but venturing into the territory with Frostflight wasn’t a disappointment, and he was inwardly thankful for agreeing (perhaps a bit too eagerly) to accompany his walk. Despite his naive excitement, Fawnpaw attempted to maintain a more stoic, serious expression in his attempt to appear mature — an effort that may have been more successful if not for his tendency to wear his emotions for all to see. “It’s more peaceful than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, voice hushed with awe as he peered to Frostflight, gratitude spilling into his meow. “I… mostly just hear about the patrols that run into problems, so it kind of seemed like this place was just full of foxes and enemy warriors. I mean, maybe it wasn't that far-fetched because when I was younger...” he coughed, unsure if he should be somewhat amused or embarrassed by the memory anymore, "I went out to try tracking prey, and I, uh, followed a scent that may have led me to a fox eating prey." More flatly, he added, "Then it thought I was its next meal - delivered."


[ @Dust ]

As the cool night air rushed through his fur, the warrior couldn't contain the pleased sigh that left his lips, eyes shining as they admired the darkened territory. "It's relatively safe at night, most everything is asleep now. The only thing I'd be careful of is rogues or active fox scent." His voice was barely a whisper, hushed to preserve the quiet serenity of the marsh. It had been a while since Frostflight had taken a late night stroll and though Fawnpaw was with him, he still felt the relaxation coaxing his muscles back into a more tired state.

"A fox?" His voice brimmed with slight amusement but mostly disbelief, his features softening into a more "concerned parental" stare, "I'm glad you weren't hurt!" Foxes were dangerous to say the least, even for full-grown warriors to deal with. A kit would stand no chance against one... "So, how did you get away then?" Frostflight brushed past a collection of ferns, shuffling back to fall in line with Fawnpaw.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Dust

As the cool night air rushed through his fur, the warrior couldn't contain the pleased sigh that left his lips, eyes shining as they admired the darkened territory. "It's relatively safe at night, most everything is asleep now. The only thing I'd be careful of is rogues or active fox scent." His voice was barely a whisper, hushed to preserve the quiet serenity of the marsh. It had been a while since Frostflight had taken a late night stroll and though Fawnpaw was with him, he still felt the relaxation coaxing his muscles back into a more tired state.

"A fox?" His voice brimmed with slight amusement but mostly disbelief, his features softening into a more "concerned parental" stare, "I'm glad you weren't hurt!" Foxes were dangerous to say the least, even for full-grown warriors to deal with. A kit would stand no chance against one... "So, how did you get away then?" Frostflight brushed past a collection of ferns, shuffling back to fall in line with Fawnpaw.

“Yeah,” he said almost distractedly, the memory jarring fuzzy recollections of the fox’s jaws snapping at him yet it seemed oddly long ago in the mind of an apprentice who only knew relative time. “Oh I… was rescued, a warrior drove it off.” It’d earned him a reminder on the dangers of leaving camp — maybe it wasn’t such a mystery why Fallenstar had chosen Lionstorm for deputy, assuming they ignored the part where he’d also threatened to feed him to the fox in the following breath. Shaking his head at his antics as a kit despite how they’d felt justified during, he admitted, “It still was a really bad idea. I can’t believe I did that, much less escaped alive.”

Drawn from the depths of his mind again, he peered around and blinked, realizing he’d been so caught in his thoughts that he couldn’t even recall the scenery he’d been looking at for the past several minutes. “It’s weird how different it looks compared to leaf-bare, when everything’s covered in snow.” It wasn’t as harsh, uninviting, but instead alive with atmospheric noises and brilliant hues. He jolted when a hoot of an owl resounded from a nearby tree and flinched away from it, almost bumping into Frostflight in the process. Although he searched for the source of the noise with a puzzled expression, he couldn’t determine where it’d come from or what had made it. Coughing lightly, he moved on by asking, “You, uh.. mentioned your apprentice when we were working on the camp barrier, how’re things going with them?”

[Castiel97]

Originally Posted by Flameleaf

@Castiel97

Snowsong stalked through the territory, tail flicking. She was still angry about the recent battle, how so many cats had betrayed Riverclan. In her opinion, they should be exiled. She didn’t trust them, she thought they would try to take over Riverclan. A bunch of traitors! She bared her teeth as she thought for the fight, a few warriors were killed in that fight. “They’ll never be loyal to Riverclan, they never can be loyal to Riverclan.” The warrior growled as she stepped on a twig. Now she was sure most of the prey had run and hid, except for the fish of course. She wasn’t good at catching mice or voles, so it didn’t bother her too much. Shrugging, she made her way to the river, wanting to catch a fish or two to take her mind off of the battle. After all, she enjoyed fishing quite a bit, it made her relax somehow. She didn’t question it, she just let it happen. The brown-and-white she-cat slowly dropped into a crouch, claws unsheathed, and waited for a fish to swim by.

LuciferEnter

Dark caramel colored gems sparkled from the shadows of the bushes the feline hid in, tail curled at his side, paws tucked nearly under him. It was hot, too hot for a black furred cat during the day. Huffing he flicked his ears as a breeze twirled around him, bringing with it the scent of a cat. A cat he didn't recognize, then again, he didn't know anyone around here. That was the point though, he didn't know them and they didn't know him. It was better that way. If he didn't know anyone, he couldn't hurt them... Right? Wrong, of course, because there wasn't a way to avoid getting hurt.

Giving his head a shake the tomcat focused now on the figure that had made itself seen, brown and white or looked like, and it was... Fishing..? Since when did cats fish? Shaking his head again Lucifer rose to his paws and passed out into the sunlight, his black fur gaining a raven purple tint to it, the white on his chest gleaming like fresh snow, his gray paws the color ash. Lucifer was a sight to be seen. The scars on his body looking like wings had been ripped from his frame. Flicking his tail he passed towards the bank, "Well hello, there." he greeted, his smooth British accented voice drifting easily towards the molly.

[Shivers]

Originally Posted by Rosemew

Hunters crouch? Oh! That should be easy enough, it was just a crouch. The brown feline crouched down, giving his tail a flick, gaze travelling up to Clouddash. "Is this good?" he inquired, hoping he hadn't done it wrong.

Clouddash blue eyes gleamed in concentration as he inspected the brown apprentice's hunters crouch, "Not bad." The gray and white tom mewed padding over to the apprentice, "Don't flick your tail though. One small flick of a tail could alert a mice or vole of your presence." He warned and placed a paw on the apprentice's haunches pushing him down gently, "Keep all your weight on your haunches too it'll help you be much more silent."

[Starfall]

@GLaDOS
(You're good! I was having some trouble finding it ;u; danke <3 )
It was perfect for a walk. Sunny, yet with a slight breeze. He had been so busy helping rebuild the camp he hadn't noticed how cut up his paws were. Of course he wasn't out here strolling about by choice, he got nagged by Cedarsprint, Lionstorm and even Shiverpetal. So on this sunny day, with the perfect conditions for a stroll, Riverclan's leader was grumpling and stomping through the territory.

It seemed as though the territory borders were still a hot spot for interesting felines. He stumbled upon yet another feline. He squinted his eyes, flattened his ears, and let out a drawn out sigh as he walked towards the tom. However, as he got closer he noticed the Kits he brought with him. Was this what other's would call worry? His stomach did a flip. "Kits aren't allowed outside of the camp." he said once he was close enough to give him and the kits a good look.

[Tundra]

Originally Posted by Castiel97

LuciferEnter

Dark caramel colored gems sparkled from the shadows of the bushes the feline hid in, tail curled at his side, paws tucked nearly under him. It was hot, too hot for a black furred cat during the day. Huffing he flicked his ears as a breeze twirled around him, bringing with it the scent of a cat. A cat he didn't recognize, then again, he didn't know anyone around here. That was the point though, he didn't know them and they didn't know him. It was better that way. If he didn't know anyone, he couldn't hurt them... Right? Wrong, of course, because there wasn't a way to avoid getting hurt.

Giving his head a shake the tomcat focused now on the figure that had made itself seen, brown and white or looked like, and it was... Fishing..? Since when did cats fish? Shaking his head again Lucifer rose to his paws and passed out into the sunlight, his black fur gaining a raven purple tint to it, the white on his chest gleaming like fresh snow, his gray paws the color ash. Lucifer was a sight to be seen. The scars on his body looking like wings had been ripped from his frame. Flicking his tail he passed towards the bank, "Well hello, there." he greeted, his smooth British accented voice drifting easily towards the molly.

Snowsong lifted her head at the voice of another cat. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the tom. “I don’t recognize you...” She growled, flicking her tail as she saw a fish swim past. Darn it! She got to her paws and stepped closer to the rogue. “Are you from a different clan or something, because I know your not in ours.” She slowly unsheathed her claws as she spoke, digging them into the ground. She knew some cats would speak to the rogue, maybe even become friends with them. She wasn’t going to do that, though, she preferred to chase them out or give them a few scratches. While Snowsong waited for the toms response, she turned and continued her fishing, hoping that he would just go away.