RiverClan Burial Place [Name TBD]

[taillow]

TITLE TBD; discovered through roleplay via Owltalon and Foxleap, and description will be edited accordingly

@Marigoldwhisper @twizzypaw - you guys have full reign over the new burial site for riverclan! the only ideas we had is maybe near some sort of pond so cats buried there are close to water

This first post will be edited with the name and description once the territory is found and become a new RiverClan landmark!

[twizzypaw]

Not too far from the new Riverclan camp, barricaded by a crescent shaped mountainous formation, Foxleap padded side by side with Owltalon but he made sure to carry Crowglow's lifeless body with the heaviest side over his haunches and back. Side eyeing Crowglow's head that dangled over his back, Foxleap quickly glanced back down at the ground and determined he'd rather not see his dead clanmate's expression. The normally chatty and upbeat warrior walked with his head hung low, ears pinned to his head and remained silent as he processed the recent traumatic events that have unfolded. Fadingstar is gone, many are injured or dead, and oh yeah, let's not forget being called a kit by Dusklion. All because he needed a second to cool off while still being useful to the Clan and exploring their new camp. The fox patterned Abyssinian shook his head solemnly as he relieved the moments but did his best to center himself. Now was not the time to lose it, Riverclan needs as much stability as it can get.

As the pair trekked through the new territory, the gloomy overcast that loomed above remained constant as the terrain transitioned from the shorter grass that grew at and around the campsite to taller stalks. Thorny weeds and wild flowers grew abundantly in this area, making for decent coverage despite the lack of trees as they neared the cliff sides. Taking a deep sigh, Foxleap looked up to the open patch of land that lay before them. Overlooking the edge of a jagged cliff, a rolling sea of lush, soft and tall grass as lively as an ocean's current rippled like water with every passing breeze. And to it's opposite side, the closest form of cover being the distant treeline that extends either into more Riverclan territory or beyond. The lean russet tom's rich and warm honey hued eyes took a glance at Owltalon, wondering if she had the same thought he did about this being the perfect spot for the dead to rest and enjoy the vastness of the view overlooking the cliffs.


@Marigoldwhisper
@taillow

[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by twizzypaw

Not too far from the new Riverclan camp, barricaded by a crescent shaped mountainous formation, Foxleap padded side by side with Owltalon but he made sure to carry Crowglow's lifeless body with the heaviest side over his haunches and back. Side eyeing Crowglow's head that dangled over his back, Foxleap quickly glanced back down at the ground and determined he'd rather not see his dead clanmate's expression. The normally chatty and upbeat warrior walked with his head hung low, ears pinned to his head and remained silent as he processed the recent traumatic events that have unfolded. Fadingstar is gone, many are injured or dead, and oh yeah, let's not forget being called a kit by Dusklion. All because he needed a second to cool off while still being useful to the Clan and exploring their new camp. The fox patterned Abyssinian shook his head solemnly as he relieved the moments but did his best to center himself. Now was not the time to lose it, Riverclan needs as much stability as it can get.

As the pair trekked through the new territory, the gloomy overcast that loomed above remained constant as the terrain transitioned from the shorter grass that grew at and around the campsite to taller stalks. Thorny weeds and wild flowers grew abundantly in this area, making for decent coverage despite the lack of trees as they neared the cliff sides. Taking a deep sigh, Foxleap looked up to the open patch of land that lay before them. Overlooking the edge of a jagged cliff, a rolling sea of lush, soft and tall grass as lively as an ocean's current rippled like water with every passing breeze. And to it's opposite side, the closest form of cover being the distant treeline that extends either into more Riverclan territory or beyond. The lean russet tom's rich and warm honey hued eyes took a glance at Owltalon, wondering if she had the same thought he did about this being the perfect spot for the dead to rest and enjoy the vastness of the view overlooking the cliffs.


@Marigoldwhisper
@taillow

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\45 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]



- - -

What a pretty place... Kinda eerie, but nicely covered. Though, the eerie bit was probably her own imagination and feelings towards finding a new site to bury the fallen. Owltalon felt as though she'd had the wind beaten out of her, with the new revelation and her own stinging embarrassment over taking part of a situation without even being completely herself for the most part, her mind bobbing in and out of cautiousness and pure confusion. Though, the damage had been done, the only thing she could do now was to be better.

She held her long tail near Foxleap's flank and Crowglow's side. She didn't think that Foxleap would deliberately drop the corpse, but just incase anything happened, Owltalon had her tail hold them in place for support. She noticed the change in demeanor from Foxleap, her ears drooping. She narrowly avoided a few thorny flowers before she piped up.

"Aye chap, somethin' eatin' ya?" She turned her one eyed gaze to the warrior, a ghost of a smile on her battered maw. "We all got yelled at t'day, ain't no harm in that. Besides, I think this place is pretty nice, don't cha think?" She pushed her bulky frame past more greenery before she heard something. A splash of some sort?

The Lionheart immediately fluffed up, her claws unsheathing. She perked her ears and opened her mouth. She didn't smell another clan, no, she smelt nothing other than the rich and earthy scent of Foxleap and the body of water. Perhaps some animals lived there, fish maybe. She lowered her head and sniffed around until her paws rested a the muddy bank. She gave Foxleap a smile and she looked over her shoulder to face him. "Ya see this chap?" A shrill thread of excitement laced her gruff voice. She dipped a stray paw into the water. "I didn't know there'd be a pond out 'ere."

[twizzypaw]

Originally Posted by Marigoldwhisper

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\45 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]



- - -

What a pretty place... Kinda eerie, but nicely covered. Though, the eerie bit was probably her own imagination and feelings towards finding a new site to bury the fallen. Owltalon felt as though she'd had the wind beaten out of her, with the new revelation and her own stinging embarrassment over taking part of a situation without even being completely herself for the most part, her mind bobbing in and out of cautiousness and pure confusion. Though, the damage had been done, the only thing she could do now was to be better.

She held her long tail near Foxleap's flank and Crowglow's side. She didn't think that Foxleap would deliberately drop the corpse, but just incase anything happened, Owltalon had her tail hold them in place for support. She noticed the change in demeanor from Foxleap, her ears drooping. She narrowly avoided a few thorny flowers before she piped up.

"Aye chap, somethin' eatin' ya?" She turned her one eyed gaze to the warrior, a ghost of a smile on her battered maw. "We all got yelled at t'day, ain't no harm in that. Besides, I think this place is pretty nice, don't cha think?" She pushed her bulky frame past more greenery before she heard something. A splash of some sort?

The Lionheart immediately fluffed up, her claws unsheathing. She perked her ears and opened her mouth. She didn't smell another clan, no, she smelt nothing other than the rich and earthy scent of Foxleap and the body of water. Perhaps some animals lived there, fish maybe. She lowered her head and sniffed around until her paws rested a the muddy bank. She gave Foxleap a smile and she looked over her shoulder to face him. "Ya see this chap?" A shrill thread of excitement laced her gruff voice. She dipped a stray paw into the water. "I didn't know there'd be a pond out 'ere."

The dashing russet tom's brown ears perked at Owltalon upon hearing her kind voice break through the stillness of the silent air. Gazing into her eye, his troubled expression softened as he smiled back at Owltalon and nodded. She was right, and very admirable for taking all this chaos and strife so well and with such strength. Her high spirits seemed to do the trick and usual charismatic and charming self seemed to return as he nodded in agreement at her thoughts about the area.

Briefly, his muscles stiffened at her reaction to the pond that had been shrouded in a light mist. The strangely still and shallow body of water rippled in reaction to Owltalon's pawstep as Foxleap followed in suit, scanning the surroundings and finding that they were alone. He let out a sigh and grinned at Owltalon, "The pond is definitely a surprise... sure is quiet and creepy out here, too..." The young tom trailed off, his sweeping gaze landing over the rolling hills of lush and thin grass that rippled like the pond with every gust of wind, "I guess over there is as good of a place as any." He rumbled in a low purr, beckoning Owltalon to follow as he pointed his head towards the cliffside burial site.

[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by twizzypaw

The dashing russet tom's brown ears perked at Owltalon upon hearing her kind voice break through the stillness of the silent air. Gazing into her eye, his troubled expression softened as he smiled back at Owltalon and nodded. She was right, and very admirable for taking all this chaos and strife so well and with such strength. Her high spirits seemed to do the trick and usual charismatic and charming self seemed to return as he nodded in agreement at her thoughts about the area.

Briefly, his muscles stiffened at her reaction to the pond that had been shrouded in a light mist. The strangely still and shallow body of water rippled in reaction to Owltalon's pawstep as Foxleap followed in suit, scanning the surroundings and finding that they were alone. He let out a sigh and grinned at Owltalon, "The pond is definitely a surprise... sure is quiet and creepy out here, too..." The young tom trailed off, his sweeping gaze landing over the rolling hills of lush and thin grass that rippled like the pond with every gust of wind, "I guess over there is as good of a place as any." He rumbled in a low purr, beckoning Owltalon to follow as he pointed his head towards the cliffside burial site.

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\45 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]



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Owltalon flicked her tail in interest as Foxleap redirected her gaze. She took note of his brightening demeanor and flashed the tom a toothy grin. "I'ght chap, that's watcha got yer sights set on?" She lifted herself to her full height, unsheathing her claws to get a better grip on the muddy shore. "Why don't we go check it out? 'M sure we can thinka names as we go, eh?" She waved some mist from her face with a shake of her head, the flurry of moisture spinning where her fur had swatted.

She then padded off to where Foxleap had pointed, stumbling slightly as she tried to keep her paws level. Yeah, this place certainly had an eerie atmosphere to it and Owltalon was starting to wonder if spirits and or rotting corpses simply liked the drained atmosphere. It certainly fit more than having dead cats laying in meadows, that would be extremely off-putting.

(Hello! So, I have some questions concerning what you imagine the cliff-side to look like. Is it elevated above the ground? If so, how high? Is it still relatively easy to access? I just need more information to properly visualize this to see if Owltalon herself would see this as a good pick . Feel free to vm me the details!! Ooo, and name suggestions!! /gen)

[twizzypaw]

Originally Posted by Marigoldwhisper

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\45 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]



- - -

Owltalon flicked her tail in interest as Foxleap redirected her gaze. She took note of his brightening demeanor and flashed the tom a toothy grin. "I'ght chap, that's watcha got yer sights set on?" She lifted herself to her full height, unsheathing her claws to get a better grip on the muddy shore. "Why don't we go check it out? 'M sure we can thinka names as we go, eh?" She waved some mist from her face with a shake of her head, the flurry of moisture spinning where her fur had swatted.

She then padded off to where Foxleap had pointed, stumbling slightly as she tried to keep her paws level. Yeah, this place certainly had an eerie atmosphere to it and Owltalon was starting to wonder if spirits and or rotting corpses simply liked the drained atmosphere. It certainly fit more than having dead cats laying in meadows, that would be extremely off-putting.

(Hello! So, I have some questions concerning what you imagine the cliff-side to look like. Is it elevated above the ground? If so, how high? Is it still relatively easy to access? I just need more information to properly visualize this to see if Owltalon herself would see this as a good pick . Feel free to vm me the details!! Ooo, and name suggestions!! /gen)

Returning Owltalon's grin with a warm smile of his own, Foxleap made sure to keep his pace even with his patrol partner as to not slip up on the crumbling bank by the pond. Tensing his muscles as he helped hoist the body over the mild drop-off to continue the exploration of the grassy meadow, the russet tom's white tipped tail twitched as he did a visual sweep of the horizon ahead to check for any signs of danger while responding to Owltalon, "The land is vast, quiet and seems devoid of predators so far... this is about as good as it's gonna get." Foxleap retorted as his ears flicked briefly from the moisture that Owltalon had swatted off of herself, chuckling under his breath as he dug his powerful claws into the grassy ledge and waited to make sure Owltalon was completely over the edge and had her footing, "You're definitely gonna have to help me with the names thing though! I'm not so sure I'm good at that sorta thing..." Foxleap admitted bashfully before belly laughing briefly, taking a breath and noticing his steamy exhale from the difference in temperatures.

This place certainly had an air to it. Silent yet haunted with a palpable energy, the tall and thin grassy meadow seemed to behave like an ocean; green waves that rippled and chased every passing breeze. And a thick blanket of mist or fog that covered the land generously, to the point where if one was not careful, they would miss the steep and treacherous cliffside filled with fog, jagged rocks, and no conceivable way of return.

Chills ran up the young tom's spine, but not in a creeped out way. He was in awe of the mystic energy that seemed enveloped this desolate plot of land. "What do you think, Owltalon?! Is this not the perfect burial site?!" Foxleap purred excitedly before furrowing his brows as his gaze traveled upwards while he emitted a humming sound as he began actively thinking of names and rattling them off out loud, "Okay, so what about... Misty Meadows... Haunted Heights... Shrouded Bluffs... Foggy Fields... your turn, Owltalon!" He chirped enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear.