RiverClan Clearing

[BEAR.]

"Spiderpaw [ @hope], Almondpaw [ @Star Wolf], Ripplepaw [ @RedHead], Stealthpaw [ @StealthWarrior], Plumpaw [ @implimm], and Tinypaw [ @Handsome Lion]!"

Lionstar called the names of his newfound army as he left the Streamstone, stopping by the camp entrance. "I want to get your training underway so we can get you your warrior names!

He had an idea of where most of them were at, but wanted to see what they wanted to do first. "We'll do whatever you're up for. You're more familiar with your training than I am." He was pretty sure some of them only needed a final or so.. but even if that was the case, he wanted to do a quick test of their skills to see if they were ready.

[ Treat this like separate roleplays please <3 We'll be splitting off from here and going into territory threads! ]

[gs29513]

Yes Lionstar. Splashleap mewed, turning and heading off. Hopefully she could think of.......one of his "Activity encouraging thingies" and get back in his good graces. She didn't want him to think she was as stupid as Blizzardbutt or anything! Bounding off, she decided to go think it over, in the warriors den.

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Romulus

The runt fell with a soft oof. He huffed, shoving a paw into her snout with an eye roll. "Your butt's bigger. Anyway its my nap time!" Waspkit chirped, turning to stomp off towards the nursery.

Shellkit quickly scrambled to her feet and ran in front of Waspkit, “Are you sure?! We could do something even more fun!” she’s just made her first friend and she didn’t want to lose him. “What if... what if we go on an adventure!?”

[Dovey]

Originally Posted by BILL.

"Spiderpaw [ @hope], Almondpaw [ @Star Wolf], Ripplepaw [ @RedHead], Stealthpaw [ @StealthWarrior], Plumpaw [ @implimm], and Tinypaw [ @Handsome Lion]!"

Lionstar called the names of his newfound army as he left the Streamstone, stopping by the camp entrance. "I want to get your training underway so we can get you your warrior names!

He had an idea of where most of them were at, but wanted to see what they wanted to do first. "We'll do whatever you're up for. You're more familiar with your training than I am." He was pretty sure some of them only needed a final or so.. but even if that was the case, he wanted to do a quick test of their skills to see if they were ready.

[ Treat this like separate roleplays please <3 We'll be splitting off from here and going into territory threads! ]

"Can we hunt?" Almondpaw smiled.

[Jessica1917]

Basilpaw bounded into the clearing, joy spreading across her face as she remembered she was an apprentice now! She looked around the clearing, pride radiating from her body. She wanted to go exploring! Maybe someone would want to go with her?
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[Fawn]

Originally Posted by elysian

// @Dipper

Beanpaw
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The young siamese was lost in thought. That wasn’t uncommon for him now, especially since the loss of Grizz. Call it his way of... coping. It was much better than the moon he spent cooped up in the apprentice’s den with only Goslingkit — Goslingpaw now? Maybe? — to keep him company. Sure, Beanpaw had noticed the pale she-cat padding around the clearing, looking nearly every cat up and down as if they were a piece of prey, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

In fact, he had nearly forgotten about her when she barked a single word at him. Immediately, he jumped, heart beating. Questioning blue eyes looked at the older cat, and she spoke again. This did nothing to help his questions, or fears. In fact, it only heightened both of them. Frantic noises made their way out of his gaping maw as he struggled to put words together. Before he could even begin to protest, she called for the cat he was supposed to... take out on a date.

"I... I..!" was all that managed to escape his mouth, brain scrambling. Finally, he put together a sentence. "What?"

"No sound dumb, stop that," Iceflower scolded distractedly, not even sparing Beanpaw a glance but knowing he was emitting those weird.. noises. She didn't like it. Hopefully that would stop, it must've been something she overlooked in her glance-over of him. How was she supposed to know he'd start impersonating a broken air conditioner? With no sign of Frozenpaw, Iceflower tried again, stern, "FROZEN. Meet date." Narrowed eyes watched as the reluctant Frozenpaw slid from the apprentices' den, and Iceflower cleared her throat to prompt them over here faster. Beepaw was clearly awaiting their arrival--and when they drew close enough, Iceflower's patience thinned to the point where she took a step to snatch them and plop them in front of their new suitor.

Indicating him, she announced, "This Beedate. Scrawny. Flimsy. Wind could push over. Not good at word. But very nice heart." That summed him up as far as Iceflower was concerned. Moving on.

"My Frozenpaw big mope lately, prickly like thorn bush but look at what inside!" Iceflower had a paw clasped over their shoulders and wiggled it, jostling Frozenpaw before they broke from the grasp with a irate glance that shifted to Beanpaw.

They didn't.. understand what this was but had enough of an idea to determine they wouldn't be a part of it. They didn't want their mother interfering with their life at all, especially in such an intrusive manner. Frozenpaw was more than willing to sabotage this. "Thanks, I hate it," they said, flat, in reference to both Beanpaw and the date as they stared him down. "This is insulting."

[vellichor]

Originally Posted by Dipper

"No sound dumb, stop that," Iceflower scolded distractedly, not even sparing Beanpaw a glance but knowing he was emitting those weird.. noises. She didn't like it. Hopefully that would stop, it must've been something she overlooked in her glance-over of him. How was she supposed to know he'd start impersonating a broken air conditioner? With no sign of Frozenpaw, Iceflower tried again, stern, "FROZEN. Meet date." Narrowed eyes watched as the reluctant Frozenpaw slid from the apprentices' den, and Iceflower cleared her throat to prompt them over here faster. Beepaw was clearly awaiting their arrival--and when they drew close enough, Iceflower's patience thinned to the point where she took a step to snatch them and plop them in front of their new suitor.

Indicating him, she announced, "This Beedate. Scrawny. Flimsy. Wind could push over. Not good at word. But very nice heart." That summed him up as far as Iceflower was concerned. Moving on.

"My Frozenpaw big mope lately, prickly like thorn bush but look at what inside!" Iceflower had a paw clasped over their shoulders and wiggled it, jostling Frozenpaw before they broke from the grasp with a irate glance that shifted to Beanpaw.

They didn't.. understand what this was but had enough of an idea to determine they wouldn't be a part of it. They didn't want their mother interfering with their life at all, especially in such an intrusive manner. Frozenpaw was more than willing to sabotage this. "Thanks, I hate it," they said, flat, in reference to both Beanpaw and the date as they stared him down. "This is insulting."

Beanpaw
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At the cat’s order, all sound died in his throat but his mouth was still agape. He... he still barely had a clue what was going on. All that the young cat could conclude was that this was either an extremely odd form of training — or one that he hadn’t heard of, at the very least — or he was being forced to go on a date with a cat. As much as he hated to admit it, the latter seemed to make more sense. He almost gasped as the she-cat grabbed his... "date", and plopped them down right in front of him.

Beanpaw couldn’t help but feel mixed emotions about this warrior’s thoughts on him. His eyes drifted to his siamese pelt, and concluded quickly that maybe, maybe he wasn’t as muscle-y or tough as other RiverClanners, but that certainly didn’t mean he was scrawny. And maybe the fact that he was still recovering from not eating... well... didn’t quite help his case. He felt himself shrink under his pelt as irritated eyes looked him up and down. The cat only spoke twice, but each time he felt a piece of his self esteem — so carefully built up over moons — shrivel up and disappear.

He didn’t choose to do this. He was still highly opposed to this "date"! But why did he feel that way when Frozenpaw had only spoken twice? Something about their tone and gaze made Beanpaw feel like a shriveled piece of prey. "I didn’t ask for this, you know." he spoke lowly, ducking his head down. "Maybe you ought get someone less... scrawny..." he spoke, addressing the first cat. Though something told him this she-cat wasn’t going to just let him leave. He tried to ignore that nagging part and stood from where he was sitting, turning to leave. Maybe go to the river or something.

[vellichor]

// @BILL.

Snailswirl
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They hated seeing the two warriors get in trouble for escorting them... but the tabby couldn’t dwell on that for too long — wait. Who was Snowflame? Did — was that —? Was that what Lionstar thought their name was? No, no. They must be misunderstanding, of course. Twilightstar had made the announcement at the last gathering about themself and Coldamber... surely Lionstar at least recalled their name.

Snailswirl was relived when he seemed grateful for the rabbit, though realized they were posed with a question. Thinking it would be rude to refuse the golden tabby’s help, they nodded. "Yeah, that would be great. It’s a bit... overwhelming here. But nice." All of the colors daunted them. It was a wide array of greens, yellows, and blues, even a few reds and purples. Auras glowed, sparked, fizzled, did things they didn’t even know could happen. Shaking out their pelt to get them back in track, the medicine cat awaited instruction.

[Ziera]

// @TheShadowAnimal

"As in a training session?" Seeing his face wasn't necessary; Stormtalon's lack of enthusiasm was easy to hear. Brightkit let go of Frostpaw's tail and rolled into an upright position, oblivious of the earth dusting his black fur. He looked about to protest-- mouth open, as if something might come out, but words failed him.

"Bright. Return to the nursery," Storm mewed with finality. He would not have Brightkit's apprentice ceremony held off, nor his little brother hurt in any way, shape or form, though he knew Frostpaw wouldn't have intended it. No one ever did. Rules against training kits were set in place for a reason: to prevent unfortunate accidents.

"But we--"

"Return to the nursery, Brightkit."

Bright knew better than to argue with Stormtalon after that. His older brother was using his 'this is for your safety and I'm not backing down' tone, the one he chose when feeling extra parental. Tail drooping, Brightkit shot one look at Frostpaw before he reluctantly moved. "Sorry, Frost," the tom-kit mumbled, then disappeared around the corner of the RiverClan nursury. [He hoped Storm wouldn't be too hard on his friend. Brightkit had WANTED to train! It wasn't all her fault. Still...as Brightkit climbed into his nest, nestling little paw holds into the moss, he hoped Frost didn't think Storm was a mean cat. He could be bossy and stuff, sure, but he wasn't mean.

Stormtalon let out a small sigh when Bright disappeared. It was surprising, not getting pushback. Now... how to wrap this up. Storm eyed the apprentice before him, expression neutral as he considered how to proceed. The smoky tabby couldn't appeal to Frost like he did Brightkit. They shared no blood relation, no connection aside from their ranks, of which he must draw upon for his authority. "Frostpaw," he said, trying for a gentle but firm tone. "Please return to your mentor. You have more important duties, I'm sure, than training kits."

[Ziera]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Fennelheart found the kits questions cute,” Well if you sleep in a tree, you might fall out. Also the young kits under a moon old might fall out of the tree as well, and it’s much safer for kits of that age to be on the ground. And we prefer a nice confortable nest on the ground. You spit out the feathers when you eat a bird.“ she laughed back.

Brightkit gasped, then giggled. The thought of kittens in trees sounded suddenly ridiculous. [He didn't think he'd like being a ThunderClan cat at all.] Flying cats who slept in the clouds would be much more realistic for SkyClan. Thinking of birds again, Brightkit thrashed his tail. "...what was it like, the first time you ate a bird?" It sounded gross. Nasty, awful- his pale, pink nose wrinkled at the thought. But still... he was kind of curious!