Given that the meeting had only just concluded, most of the Clan was either back at camp or elsewhere in the territory. That meant that, for now, he had Lionsbeach all to himself.
As the minutes passed by, the adrenaline that had been kicked up within him at Fogmuzzle's threats began to die little by little. With it, the anger it had fueled died, too. A creeping horror began to replace it. Never before had he been so... nonchalant at another's death. Even when he'd been in the outskirts, with death on his mind every day, he'd never been fully detached from it.
It was almost as if something within him changed during that meeting. He had no idea what, or how exactly he should deal with it. Staring out across the ocean, he wondered if it would be a lone occurrence, or if this was the first of many changes coming down the line for him.
The darkness that had lead to him demanding Fogmuzzle's death be slow and painful, to him watching silently as Talonpaw ripped Fogmuzzle's tongue free from her body... it deeply unsettled him. Being alone, he allowed that discontent to twist his features.
Digging his claws into the sand, he concluded that this was simply a stress-induced event. Yes, cats were known to do extreme things when they were under a lot of stress. Plus, he'd been impassioned by the threats made against apprentices he'd sworn to protect. For moons, RiverClan had neglected their youth. If he had to have a moment of darkness to ensure that stopped, that was okay... right?
He shook his head. This wasn't the real him. The real him was better than that. The real him had a good moral compass, and always tried to be fair in both judgment and execution. The real him didn't enjoy seeing an enemy torn down and brutalized, even after death.
He just needed some air. Some time away from it all, and everything would be alright again. He'd be able to let go of the shadows that still pressed at his heart, wanting to be let back inside the part they'd temporarily claimed.
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Wrenpaw
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10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
Wrenpaw was sitting alone, peacefully minding her own business and taking a break for once, when all of a sudden she hears this irritating, grating voice and a smiling face pushes its way into her field of vision. Who..? Who is this guy? Wren has almost never seen his face before, she's sure of that.
"Uh... okay?" She says uncertainly. Whatever, training is training, she'll take what she can get even if it's from... less than ideal sources. "I could use some extra hunting training, I suppose. I've done the basics on a patrol once before but that's about it. Me 'n Slatestripe have also done a bit of in-water fishing so... maybe fishing from the shore?" It's a suggestion, and one she makes with the tone of someone who expects to be listened to. Perhaps Wrenpaw had gotten her way one too many times, but the thought of someone not listening to the orders she gives doesn't even register as a possibility in this moment.
Yeah!! Progress!! Let's go!! He is so productive and can totally shove this in the faces of the other warriors later!! Venomblight won't even know what hit her when he waltzes up real smooth and cool and tells her how amazing and charitable he was to offer to train an apprentice. Oh, yeaaahhhhhh. Anyway. Training!! Time to train!! And talk about where they are going mhm!!
"Ok!" He starts cheerfully, "this is Lionsbeach!! It's super duper close to where Seastones is because they're both on the beach by the ocean so, obviously, they'd be close together, ya know? Oh! Oh! I thiiinnnkkkk it has somethin' to do with Lionstar, and that's why it's named 'Lionsbeach' instead of just 'beach', but I dunno, so don't repeat that." He plods along the sand, stepping with exaggerated motions and shaking the sand that clings to the long fur on his paws. "Any questions? We can head to the range next!! Or the springs. Or the thicket - you decide!"
Walking along the stretch of lionsbeach, the sound of waves and the gulls of Seagulls filled his ears and he made his way onto the cold rocks along the shore. It was always nice coming past lionsbeach, he rarely hunted here seeing as he barely found anything worth his while and he preferred fishing but the scenery and the smell of the air was always comforting.
He chosen a spot on the beach that was less occupied, it was most likely to be crawling with Seagulls or shellfish. And who would of guessed, not a shellfish in sight nor seagull. All seemed to be in the air. Guess he wasn't the only one hunting at this time of day.
He sat down watching the sky's, patient waiting for one of the stupid birds to fly down and land on the beach while at the same time keeping an eye on the rocks in case a crab decided to come out of its hiding place.
Re: Lionsbeach
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