Fishpaw followed her mentor into the mountain territory, this time she was
watching where she was stepping. She looked up at her mentor, excited to
finally learn some land hunting! She jumped up and down. "Really? So
I'm finally going hunting? Yay!" she said with excitement in her eyes.
She looked around, she thought that there was to many rocks around here.
she doesn't really like the new camp. She even saw a kit kicking rocks thinking
that he was going to get stronger by doing it. Maybe he would have to be
strong with the injuries he would have if he kept doing that stuff.
DUCKPAW
6 moons | He/him | Riverclan Brown Maine coon with black freckles everywhere Ducks quack, this one doesn't.
Duckpaw looked over at his mentor as he said that his crouch looked good.
Now they were going to move on to pouncing, seems easy enough in his
little brain. He got back into his crouch position and started to focus on what his mentor had said to do.
Roll ur weight to being even to your hind legs and then use it to spring
forward. he thought as he did what his mentor had said. Using ur
tail to flick helps with aim.. He looked over at his mentor and kept listening. Always be ready to chase ur prey if ur off he said as he sprang
trying to get as high as he could and he landed on his stomach, so he tried
again and the next try he did it perfectly. "Yay I did it!" he said
with pride in his eyes as he looked up at his mentor proudly.
Dunlinkit watched her sisters play in the new clearing. They had been staying here for a while and the five moon old kit was still getting used to it. She had been in their old camp her whole life. It felt... wrong living somewhere else. She missed her old home. She knew they would be trying to go back eventually, but that didn't mean she didn't miss her old home. Also, moving hadn't made her feel any less out of place. She was now one of the oldest kits in the nursery, making her massive for her age size even more apparent. She likely wasn't quite the oldest kit in the nursery, but she was probably the biggest. She felt out of place next to the smaller other kits. Her siblings seemed to be having fun playing together. Like usually happened when they play-fought Catfishkit had pinned Muskratkit.
Catfishkit was on top of Muskratkit, her smaller littermate. She liked Muskratkit but she always lost. Not that Catfishkit was going to complain. She liked winning. Losing was no fun!!! Why would she complain about always winning? That made no sense!!!!
Muskratkit was under Catfishkit. Not that she cared. She had fun playing with Catfishkit even though she usually lost. As long as you had fun who cared whether you won or lost? Not Muskratkit, that was for sure. (All open)
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A broad, deceptively scary-looking tom was swishing his tail back and firth, pupils slightly dilated, failing to hide his mischievous intent. Ryesong was very tempted to Get Him. Just yeet himself over there and shove Eveningthaw into some melting snow sludge. However, as funny as it sounded, he knew his longtime friend wouldn't actually appreciate that. Pranks were only funny if both mastermind and target found them funny. So instead, he covered up a small sigh and simply walked his way over.
"Mornin', Angergaze, how are you likin' the cold weather?" he posited, floofing his luxurious fur up. He looked Eveningthaw up and down unceremoniously and grimaced slightly. He wasn't looking too good after the battle, that was for sure. Ugh, battles. Ryesong hated them. It was all just pointless violence, creating injuries and death and stupid freaking lifelong grudges. As if I was t already hard enough, being a clan cat.
"You ain't goin' back to warrior duties anytime soon, are you? If ya do, you'd be puttin' me on worrier duty!" he said, joking but also portraying a clear intent of concern.
Eveningthaw let out a snort of amusement at the teasing nickname, an ear flicking as he finished making his coat sleek and clean. Angergaze, huh? Was that all he was, angry and glaring? Heh. Well, Ryesong wasn't wrong. He had developed a nasty habit of glowering in recent moons after. . . certain events. He couldn't help it, really. Though he had always been jaded, he had taken a few pawsteps deeper into the festering mire of hatred. He had let it out, fed it on blood and bone. It only grew and grew the more he tried to stifle it, so, his rueful glare was just something that would have to be dealt with.
Ryesong was okay, though, he decided. His tail curled casually around his waist, and he passed his rough tongue over a scabbed wound.
"I already have. Was on a huntin' patrol the other evenin', and went out for more just yesterday. Killed a. . . dunno what they're called. They look a lot like little pale deer, with the droopy fur and big eyes. Killed a baby one'a them." A goat, though he had never seen one in person until the mountains despite knowing the word. He had no idea how to place a word to the prey.
"I was thinking," he began, lifting his head to appraise his friend. "Maybe we go an' see if either of the medicine cats need any herbs, an' we head out to pick em up, if so."
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they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
Eveningthaw let out a snort of amusement at the teasing nickname, an ear flicking as he finished making his coat sleek and clean. Angergaze, huh? Was that all he was, angry and glaring? Heh. Well, Ryesong wasn't wrong. He had developed a nasty habit of glowering in recent moons after. . . certain events. He couldn't help it, really. Though he had always been jaded, he had taken a few pawsteps deeper into the festering mire of hatred. He had let it out, fed it on blood and bone. It only grew and grew the more he tried to stifle it, so, his rueful glare was just something that would have to be dealt with.
Ryesong was okay, though, he decided. His tail curled casually around his waist, and he passed his rough tongue over a scabbed wound.
"I already have. Was on a huntin' patrol the other evenin', and went out for more just yesterday. Killed a. . . dunno what they're called. They look a lot like little pale deer, with the droopy fur and big eyes. Killed a baby one'a them." A goat, though he had never seen one in person until the mountains despite knowing the word. He had no idea how to place a word to the prey.
"I was thinking," he began, lifting his head to appraise his friend. "Maybe we go an' see if either of the medicine cats need any herbs, an' we head out to pick em up, if so."
Eveningthaw seemed fine, though Ryesong couldn't help but worry about him regardless. His friend had stubbornness as his guiding star and often got in his head about What Must Be Done, whatever that meant.
"Aww, well now I feel kinda bad for it, I bet it was cute. I see why you had to tho, the big one would be too much even for Angergaze."
The dark tabby thought about his friend's proposition. Herbs were very important and medicine cats were pretty much the only high ranks he respected.
"Wow, you really hate not being productive. Does that mean you hate me!? For shame, I quite like your grumpy self! Fine, if you want us to do work so badly we can go out and get some...tinglesworth or whatever it's called." he declared, leaning against Eveningthaw's shoulder dramatically.
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Moving after his patrolmates the tom felt a hop in his step. This was exciting. He was able to hang out with some older warriors. He hadn't really met very many cats in his clan. He was a bit to shy to get to know anyone. He wasn't that much of a talker. He stopped beside them and listened in when he was asked if he scented anything. The young tom sniffed the air. he wasn't sure what any scents were. They were all jumbled together. Plus he hadn't scented or even ate any creatures. Unless you counted the scraps he had found in two-leg place. He waited to see if anybody would speak first. he didn't want to make a fool of himself.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\30 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [INACTIVE]
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Huh. Well, that was quick. Willowtail handled the tall rabbit with a level of skill the queen genuinely wasn't even expecting. Most times when seeing new prey like this there was more struggle. Apparently, this wasn't the case. She then looked to Jaggedpaw, tilting her head to the side as she observed the apprentice. Swanberry wasn't sure how much help she could be given her swollen belly. It was almost impossible to do a proper hunting crouch with a belly as wide as a kittypets. A light snarl escape her maw before she finally adressed the tom.
"I'm sure you'd like to hunt something as well, wouldn't you dear?" She queen shuffled around for a moment, her ears perking up. Maybe more rabbits were near, but they may have scattered by now given how far the stench of death travels. "Follow me, I'm sure there's something else around here."
She was right, surprisingly. Another oddly lengthy rabbit stood, it's brown eyes locked on the cats before them. Swanberry winced. This one may give a chance. A few other hares hopped along the mountain, though it wasn't long before their gaze locked onto them as well. "There's enough for the each of us. I saw we all pick one, hows that sound?" She spoke to the whole group but allowed her gaze to rest on Jaggedpaw as if asking him directly.
She then glanced to Willowtail, wracking her brain trying to figure out where to put the prey she'd just caught. Swanberry furrowed her brow. Adding this to the endless disadvantages of living on a mountain. No possible way to burry prey.
Starrykit lay in the clearing, staring at the freshkill pile from afar, wondering whether she would be allowed to take something to eat or not. By now she was already used to eating water prey on her own, but she missed Mistyshard's and Elderkit's company. She felt lonely... and strange, because everyone knew by now that she couldn't watch blood.
A few river shrimps glittered under the sun. The perfect snack. No blood in those little things! And she loved their taste, too!
She scampered around, avoiding cats walking here and there, and flopped down near the prey pile with a curious expression.
She observed her clanmates while sucking the tender flesh out of their shells. Would someone even notice her?
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`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
In all her years of being mostly blind she learned to keep a keen ear on things especially with the rival competition of other clans. Her sense of hearing only since increased once Riverclan moved territory, leading Owltalon's ears to be slightly more sensitive. Both a blessing and a horrid curse. She couldn't go a day without hearing something like a bird overheard. She'd almost leap out of her skin in those moments. This whole place put her on edge....
But then she heard something odd, far more unusual than what Owltalon considered odd. The Lionheart twitched an ear towards the noise before rising up to her paws. It was coming from the kill pile. Owltalon prepared herself to shoo something away but was instead met with the milky scent of a young kit. Starrykit?
She wiggled her red nose around, as if it were searching for an answer. Yep. That was certainly Starrykit. "Aye, little one! Whatcha doin' o'er 'ere? Aren't cha still on milk?" Owltalon wasn't completely sure about how kits worked, but Starrykit seemed way to young to be eating whatever she was. It smelt fishy and honestly insanely good.
Owltalon wondered which cat brung that in for prey. She'd have to thank them, it was probably the closest she'd ever get to tasting the food back at home. "Chap, yer not in trouble, I just wanna know whatcha doin' out here... And eatin'."
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- Hartebeest by Yalokre
“It would seem so.” The fish here really seemed to pale in comparison to the ones back home. Heroneye sighed. What she wouldn’t do for a salmon at that moment! But there were no salmon here, just those winding little things at their paws. Don’t be ungrateful, Heroneye. Just take what you can get. She furrowed her brow, turning back to the river.
“They’re hardly enough to feed a squirrel, really.” She made an attempt at humor, though still stone-faced. Her eyes fixed once again on the churning, fruitless waters of the mountain’s river.
Starrykit lay in the clearing, staring at the freshkill pile from afar, wondering whether she would be allowed to take something to eat or not. By now she was already used to eating water prey on her own, but she missed Mistyshard's and Elderkit's company. She felt lonely... and strange, because everyone knew by now that she couldn't watch blood.
A few river shrimps glittered under the sun. The perfect snack. No blood in those little things! And she loved their taste, too!
She scampered around, avoiding cats walking here and there, and flopped down near the prey pile with a curious expression.
She observed her clanmates while sucking the tender flesh out of their shells. Would someone even notice her?
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Shellkit - 3 moons - he/him
This new camp was starting to feel far more like home! A river right by the camp (oh how he wanted to paddle in it) and no silly clans to pester them! When he needed it, daydreaming still helped, but, those occasions were rare. Things were good! After so long, he didn't think much about home, or the terrible battle that them removed from it - he barely even remembered it. Today, clouds scattered a sunny sky, like his mother's speckled pelt. Time to go and have fun!! Trying his hardest not to trip, he bounded through the clearing. The stony terrain took some getting used to, but he kinda liked it!! Though, he was running out of things to explore: nosing his way into the other dens was far too scary.
The kit's excited bounds soon came to a stop. The camp was pretty quiet. There wasn't much to do at all. In search of something fascinating, he scanned the camp... He reaaaaaaally wanted to swim in the river, but he knew he'd get in trouble - or worse, get washed away!! So that was out of the picture. His sister didn't seem to be about, nor did his mother - there were a few warirors, but he didn't want to pester them. - Oh! By the prey pile, lay a pale little kit. Finally, someone approachable!
The tomkit bounded over, pouncing down next to her. "Hello!" He mewled giddily, "I don't know if we've met?? My name's Shellkit!"
There were SO many ROCKS! Splashleap honestly couldn't believe it. Rock upon rock upon rock upon MORE ROCK. Even the RIVER was surrounded by rocks. And it seemed Mudsmoke didn't want to deal with the Rocky River. Splashleap understood to an extent, taking an apprentice into unsafe water was probably not the way to go. And it did mean she got to do some fishing, which she hadn't done in a hot minute. So maybe this was a great thing! She chose to be optimistic, and purred Sounds good to me! before making her way to the pebbly riverside.
It took her a few moments to find a suitable place to fish from, but once it had been spotted it was a simple matter to clamber onto the boulder and assume her fishing stance. It was muscle memory. There wasn't anything she remembered doing better. And, it seemed there were fish to catch. A silvery shape flashed before her eyes, and her paw darted into the water almost as fast. This time it missed, but Splashleap was fully willing to wait a moment if required. She would sharpen her gaze, and she would catch a fish. And, not even a minute later, she had the chance. This time her paw flashed out and hooked the fish onto the boulder she was perched upon, and she was able to kill it quickly. Victory was hers!
Another fish made the same mistake of swimming too close to Splashleap's perch after the blood from her first victim had been dispersed by the water, and she was able to swoop it up too. With two fish (presumably enough for one cat to be expected to contribute) in her maw she clambered off of the rock and headed back in search of Mudsmoke and Fishpaw. She had fulfilled her end of the bargain, she just had to hope they had been as successful. @PINTO BEAN@burntToast
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Re: RiverClan Mountain Territory
