RiverClan Clearing

[popsicle dream]

Originally Posted by Erebus

"Yes really" She laughed, extremely proud of herself for coming up with the Pankaj and having it work. The odd coloured Molly, swiped the fish closer. Tearing open the fish by the stomach not wanting the frog to die. She watched it hop away, then asked,
"Good Prank huh?"

Jaywing watched the frog hop away. "Very good prank," she replied with a purr of amusement. "I never even saw that coming! But now you realize I'm gonna have to get you back for this, right?" she teased.

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by Erebus

She laughed when the frog jumped out, but frowned slightly with the reaction from Spiralheart.
"No, silly! I was just pulling your leg." She told her, chuckling at the oddity.

Spiralheart looked at the frog with anger.
"Why did you do this!? I don't even like frogs!"
She went over to the frog, picked it up, and threw it at her.

[Quasar]

Goosekit {open}

Goosekit waddled out of the nursery, his hazy brown eyes wide and rounded. He was still young, only being around 2 moons at most. It was one of his first times outside of the nursery on his own, and he was determined not to mess it up. One slip up, that was all that needed to happen for his mother to sweep him back into the nursery. He was smart enough to know that this freedom was something that was going to last, so he needed to make the most of it while it lasted. He didn't know where he was going, he barely even knew if he was just about to bump into something. Going agonizingly slow, he placed one paw after another, feeling the space in front of him to make sure there was nothing there. Food was on his mind at the moment, as he was tired of just eating the pre-chewed slop that his mother wanted to give him. He was eager to finally be free to do things on his own, and that included eating. Where was the food, anyways? Since sight wasn't an option, he had to rely on scent.

Food smelled like...musky, right? He thought that sounded about right. Only having eaten vole, as his mother believed fish scales were too ´dangerous´, and feathers were apparently going to get lodged in his throat, musky smelling prey was all he knew. But...now there wasn't any stand-out musky smell, at least that he could recognize. Stumbling around, he went in a messy circle around the outskirts of the camp, looking like a lost little kit - which, in a way, he was.

[-Ash-]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Goosekit {open}

Goosekit waddled out of the nursery, his hazy brown eyes wide and rounded. He was still young, only being around 2 moons at most. It was one of his first times outside of the nursery on his own, and he was determined not to mess it up. One slip up, that was all that needed to happen for his mother to sweep him back into the nursery. He was smart enough to know that this freedom was something that was going to last, so he needed to make the most of it while it lasted. He didn't know where he was going, he barely even knew if he was just about to bump into something. Going agonizingly slow, he placed one paw after another, feeling the space in front of him to make sure there was nothing there. Food was on his mind at the moment, as he was tired of just eating the pre-chewed slop that his mother wanted to give him. He was eager to finally be free to do things on his own, and that included eating. Where was the food, anyways? Since sight wasn't an option, he had to rely on scent.

Food smelled like...musky, right? He thought that sounded about right. Only having eaten vole, as his mother believed fish scales were too ´dangerous´, and feathers were apparently going to get lodged in his throat, musky smelling prey was all he knew. But...now there wasn't any stand-out musky smell, at least that he could recognize. Stumbling around, he went in a messy circle around the outskirts of the camp, looking like a lost little kit - which, in a way, he was.

Ebonypaw sat in the clearing, soaking up the warm sun. His thick fur ruffled a little in the crisp breeze, but he didn't mind. His bright blue eyes caught a kit, wandering around the clearing. He approached him, a small smile on his face. "Hi! I'm Ebonypaw," he introduced. "Are you looking for something." The tom felt a pang of jealousy. He hadn't grown up properly, many cats knew that. His mother had done every little thing for him, before getting captured by Twolegs. Then he had join RiverClan, but his mom tried to take him back after escaping.

His stomach growled, and he decided to stop at the fresh kill pile. "I'm gonna get food. Are you hungry?"

[Sorry it's short!]

[Shade.]

Lotusheart lashed her tail kind of nervously. She wasn't really having a good day today for whatever reason and felt her usual shyness and anxiety coming back. She thought it had gone away, but it seemed like old woulds heal slowly. She guessed she'd just have to get through the day and it would eventually be fine. She hadn't hurt anyone, she hadn't done anything, she was fine.

@BILL.

[BEAR.]

"You're looking a bit clam-my there, Lotusheart."

Lionstorm stifled a yawn as he stretched, arching his back in the process. He'd been avoiding the warriors' den despite the chilly weather, still unaccustomed to sleeping around other cats. The price was getting a little stiff from sleeping outside. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

[ @Shadeleaf ]

[Shade.]

@BILL.

Lotusheart looked over to Lionst...orm, shuffling her massive paws nervously. Despite him becoming a warrior, she still viewed him as an authority figure, and those freaked her out quite a bit. Her self-confidence dropped down a notch.
"Oh, i-its nothing in p-particular! J-just general nervousness. I-it'll go away!" she mewed.

[BEAR.]

"Usually," Lionstorm mused, "if I find mindself in a state of nervousness, paranoia, anxiety-- you name it, there's a reason behind it."

He straightened himself up, beckoning Lotusheart to join him as he started toward the camp entrance. "Why don't we take a walk? Get some fresh air, give yourself a moment to clear your thoughts. It'll do you some good."

[ @Shadeleaf ]

[Shade.]

@BILL.

Lotusheart thought for a minute. She liked to take, walks and it usually did help. What surprised her was that Lionstorm had flat-out admitted that he also had such moments, which to Lotusheart seemed unbelievable.
"Oh, uh, o-okay!" she mewed, trying to lower her voice. It had gone up an octave as it usually did when she talked to new cats.

(so we're moving this to the territory)

[nykyrian]

@Jaguar
Fawnbounce
The she-cat chuckled at the humorless reaction.
"The fish has a frog in its throat" She explained, adding a pun along the way