RiverClan Territory

[Socks]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Rainpelt strode along after her apprentice. Her ears were laid flat against her head as she followed along. There went our chances of catching any water voles on the way. "Runningpaw, what have I told you about keeping your voice down?" the grey and spotted warrior droned impatiently. "A warrior..." she left the last part out for her apprentice to finish. It wasn't just Runningpaw's insistence on making a Starclan-forsaken racket either. From the time she had been assigned the white-pelted apprentice, she had been upset about it. Why did she have to work with a tom who had a problem with being a tom? Sure, Rainpelt had privately thought on many occasions that she wished other cats would call her a him, but she had been born a shecat and she would always have the body of a shecat just like he'd always have the body of a tom. Why make that everyone else's problem? Why choose to be called something nonsensical like they? And most of all, why did the apprentice have to act so happy about it? That's what burned her up the most. She was trapped in a body and life she didn't want. If this little tom really did feel the same way, what right did he have to be anything but miserable like her?!

The white apprentice lowered their head with an apologetic smile upon hearing the comment on their shouting. “Sorry, Rai- oh, wait,” They realized halfway through their sentence that they were still speaking in a raised voice and let out a little nervous laugh. “Sorry, Rainpelt.” They spoke in an airy, whisper-like tone even if they weren’t speaking that quietly. From the moment Runningpaw had met Rainpelt, they knew they probably weren’t the ideal apprentice for someone of the she-cat’s personality. They were a lot quicker and louder, and spontaneous but they assumed that after sometime bits of their personalities would sort of rub of on each other. That they would learn to be calmer and their mentor would become more excited about things. So far, Runningpaw felt more energetic so they guessed that idea was not going to happen. Sometimes the white cat wished they’d been more like their brother, but then they’d remember how boring it would be to be their brother and they went right back to being unpredictable.
“So, where do you want to head to today?” They had quit using the whispering voice but they weren’t as loud as before. “If we’re quick maybe we could have time to share a meal together, that’d be fun. Well, as long as all the queens and elders are fed, of course.” The last sentence of theirs was rushed out quickly. Up until this point, they had only really experienced being an apprentice when prey was pretty plentiful and couldn’t remember a time as a kit where they were without food, but they knew there were going to be times when colder weather meant less prey.

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by PokeCat

The tan molly followed her close friend as he started off. She loved the way he swayed slightly when he walk, how his tail swished slowly, dragging his long fur against his back legs and becoming disgruntled. She walked closely behind him, taking in how he limped slightly, yet the tom was obviously trying to play it off. He had always done that, ever since they were apprentices. He was four moons older than her, so they weren't really nursery buddies, but they grew close in their apprenticeship. She wished they could go back to their days of chasing rabbit carelessly and wrestling in leaves. Sometimes they would eat together and she would stare into his eyes.
His voice brought her back to reality. She grinned at his words. Yet it was clear something was on his mind. She brushed it off and decided to just roll her eyes at his comment. She walked slightly faster so her head was about at his midway point. “Well, I didn't exactly get lost. Before my mother died, she told me the name of my father. She hadn't told anyone else, so naturally, I set out after him. He was either a kittypet or a loner, my mother didn't specify, so I started around the twoleg place and disappeared for a few moons. I never did find him, but it was fun to explore outside the territory.” She explained, leaving out a few details about experiences she had encountered. She wasn't quite ready to talk about those yet. She glanced at the ground while remembering, but looked up when she was done. She looked into Fallen’s eyes and the bad memories were washed away by good ones.
“Forget all that. How in Starclan did you manage to become Deputy! I left when almost no one knew your name, and I come back and your Deputy? That's just crazy.”

The tom turned his head to look at the molly behind him, straining to hear. He never was the best at catching what other's were saying, they had to be in pretty close proximity for him to actually hear every word they were saying, if he was being honest with himself, he was going deaf. He twitched his whiskers and slowed his pace so he was padding right next to the molly, his stride in sync with hers. At the word 'exactly' he rolled his eyes and nudged her, a grin plastered on his maw, but as she continued his smile slowly melted away, and was, instead, replaced with that of a serious look. He didn't understand it, why one would go to such a length to find their father who, as far as he knows, left his family behind. The tom wrinkled his nose, and images of his father flashed in his mind, the buff, dark grey tom, littered with scars, the tom which he inherited the lapis colored hues. "...I wouldn't go that far for my father....you didn't even know the tom...what's the point." he asked, stopping momentarily, his gaze fixated on the ground between his ebony paws. Lightstream also brought up 'deputy' which made the tom flinch, a pain expression flashed across his face momentarily. "Well, Mistfall told me that Russetstar chose me because of the fact that I have different...views." he stated, turning his head away from her, "..and now I'm leader...and those 'views' are clashing with the clan's wellbeing." he said, barely above a whisper. So many other felines were better suited for the job, why in the world was Starclan letting him become the leader of Riverclan? After all he had done.

[PokeCat]

Originally Posted by starfall

The tom turned his head to look at the molly behind him, straining to hear. He never was the best at catching what other's were saying, they had to be in pretty close proximity for him to actually hear every word they were saying, if he was being honest with himself, he was going deaf. He twitched his whiskers and slowed his pace so he was padding right next to the molly, his stride in sync with hers. At the word 'exactly' he rolled his eyes and nudged her, a grin plastered on his maw, but as she continued his smile slowly melted away, and was, instead, replaced with that of a serious look. He didn't understand it, why one would go to such a length to find their father who, as far as he knows, left his family behind. The tom wrinkled his nose, and images of his father flashed in his mind, the buff, dark grey tom, littered with scars, the tom which he inherited the lapis colored hues. "...I wouldn't go that far for my father....you didn't even know the tom...what's the point." he asked, stopping momentarily, his gaze fixated on the ground between his ebony paws. Lightstream also brought up 'deputy' which made the tom flinch, a pain expression flashed across his face momentarily. "Well, Mistfall told me that Russetstar chose me because of the fact that I have different...views." he stated, turning his head away from her, "..and now I'm leader...and those 'views' are clashing with the clan's wellbeing." he said, barely above a whisper. So many other felines were better suited for the job, why in the world was Starclan letting him become the leader of Riverclan? After all he had done.

(since Light didn't know about the leadership when the rp started, do you want to have him tell he or just have her just know?)
Lightstream could see in his eyes something was paining him while he spoke. She wanted the fluffy little mouse brain to confide in her, to share all his secrets with her. The only problem was she would need to spill her secrets too. She kept telling herself she wasn't ready, but around him she felt comfortable. No. Not yet.
While the tom responded she started to worry for her friend. He eyes weren't like normal. As he turned her head away she stepped forward. She couldn't believe that he was ashamed of becoming deputy. She had seen the tom fight, he was better than anyone else. She had seen him work out stupid arguments. She knew he was fit for the position. He was having doubts about it, and she needed to fix that. "Well I think that your views will be perfect for Riverclan. Just like your were Fallenstar when we would play as kits, you will be respected and forever supported by me." She spoke before nudging him and stepping back. She never wanted to see the hurt in his eyes. She knew what it felt like to be hurt and she never wanted to go through it again. Knowing this, she never wanted anyone else, especially her old friend, to go through it. She looked at him and felt like she could say anything. She knew she had to tell him.

[PhantomRiderYT]

@Raven & Co

Mintmist padded through the territory, looking for a particular cat. She slinked along in the shadows.
If any cat caught her, she'd surely be in trouble. But she was torn.
Torn between her loyalty to her Clan and her loyalty to her brother. Did family come above the Clan or below it? It wasn't fair that she had to choose, but she refused to abandon him.

[Gone]

Originally Posted by PhantomRiderYT

@Raven & Co

Mintmist padded through the territory, looking for a particular cat. She slinked along in the shadows.
If any cat caught her, she'd surely be in trouble. But she was torn.
Torn between her loyalty to her Clan and her loyalty to her brother. Did family come above the Clan or below it? It wasn't fair that she had to choose, but she refused to abandon him.

Hidden in the shadows, eyes fixed on his sister, Churchill sniffed the air, she was alone. "Sister." The tom said in his deep voice as he stepped out of his hiding spot, he was much taller than his sister, and in a worse state, scars going over his face and chest, though he didn't mind at all. "What brought you here this time?" He asked as he slowly approached her, looking around to make sure no one had followed her. "You're alone?" He asked.

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by Shoes

The white apprentice lowered their head with an apologetic smile upon hearing the comment on their shouting. “Sorry, Rai- oh, wait,” They realized halfway through their sentence that they were still speaking in a raised voice and let out a little nervous laugh. “Sorry, Rainpelt.” They spoke in an airy, whisper-like tone even if they weren’t speaking that quietly. From the moment Runningpaw had met Rainpelt, they knew they probably weren’t the ideal apprentice for someone of the she-cat’s personality. They were a lot quicker and louder, and spontaneous but they assumed that after sometime bits of their personalities would sort of rub of on each other. That they would learn to be calmer and their mentor would become more excited about things. So far, Runningpaw felt more energetic so they guessed that idea was not going to happen. Sometimes the white cat wished they’d been more like their brother, but then they’d remember how boring it would be to be their brother and they went right back to being unpredictable.
“So, where do you want to head to today?” They had quit using the whispering voice but they weren’t as loud as before. “If we’re quick maybe we could have time to share a meal together, that’d be fun. Well, as long as all the queens and elders are fed, of course.” The last sentence of theirs was rushed out quickly. Up until this point, they had only really experienced being an apprentice when prey was pretty plentiful and couldn’t remember a time as a kit where they were without food, but they knew there were going to be times when colder weather meant less prey.

At least Starclan had given Rainpelt the small mercy of giving Runningpaw a good memory for the warrior code. With its steady food supply from the water, Riverclan did well enough in any season, but every clan struggled in leafbare. "We're going to the bank near the old willow. The fish will move to deeper water in less than a moon and we need to take advantage of the places with more shallow water while we can." She said, picking up her pace a little to close the space between herself an her apprentice. "Wouldn't you rather share a meal with your denmates?" It was a subtle way of declining the offer. Rainpelt didn't particularly care to spend more time with the tom than necessary. It took all of her self control to stop herself from asking why he couldn't just call himself a tom and suck it up, and she knew that Runningpaw's kin would frown on this. The good news was that the apprentice was a fast learner. With any luck, he'd be made a warrior before too long.

[PhantomRiderYT]

Originally Posted by Raven & Co

Hidden in the shadows, eyes fixed on his sister, Churchill sniffed the air, she was alone. "Sister." The tom said in his deep voice as he stepped out of his hiding spot, he was much taller than his sister, and in a worse state, scars going over his face and chest, though he didn't mind at all. "What brought you here this time?" He asked as he slowly approached her, looking around to make sure no one had followed her. "You're alone?" He asked.

"Of course I'm alone!" Mintmist huffed. Then, softening her tone, she mumbled, "I just wanted to see you again. Make sure you were doing okay. Life outside the Clans is not very easy." Mintmist felt like she was being torn apart.
Of course, she loved her brother and missed him, but that didn't change the fact that he was not a RiverClan cat any longer. She felt hostile towards him, yet happy to see he was alive and well. "How are you faring?"
She made sure she was alone once more, scenting the air for any nearby cats.

[Gone]

Originally Posted by PhantomRiderYT

"Of course I'm alone!" Mintmist huffed. Then, softening her tone, she mumbled, "I just wanted to see you again. Make sure you were doing okay. Life outside the Clans is not very easy." Mintmist felt like she was being torn apart.
Of course, she loved her brother and missed him, but that didn't change the fact that he was not a RiverClan cat any longer. She felt hostile towards him, yet happy to see he was alive and well. "How are you faring?"
She made sure she was alone once more, scenting the air for any nearby cats.

Churchill smiled a little, approaching his sister an sitting down in front of her, the size difference between the two was rather surprising, he was huge compared to her, he placed his tail under her chin and raised her head until she was looking straight in his eyes. "Well, it depends, for me, it is easy, I'm used to it, and, to be honest, I kind of prefer the fact that I don't get ordered around, I hunt whenever I want, I sleep whenever I want, anyway, you get what I mean, I have some freedom... And, to be honest, I wish you were able to have this freedom as well." The tom admitted, pressing his nose to his sister for a bit. "Well, as you can see, I got a few more scars and all that stuff, but I'm doing well." He chuckled and wrapped his tail around her protectively before pulling her close and layed his head atop of hers. "How are you doing?" He finally asked, keeping an eye open to look down at her.

[PhantomRiderYT]

Originally Posted by Raven & Co

Churchill smiled a little, approaching his sister an sitting down in front of her, the size difference between the two was rather surprising, he was huge compared to her, he placed his tail under her chin and raised her head until she was looking straight in his eyes. "Well, it depends, for me, it is easy, I'm used to it, and, to be honest, I kind of prefer the fact that I don't get ordered around, I hunt whenever I want, I sleep whenever I want, anyway, you get what I mean, I have some freedom... And, to be honest, I wish you were able to have this freedom as well." The tom admitted, pressing his nose to his sister for a bit. "Well, as you can see, I got a few more scars and all that stuff, but I'm doing well." He chuckled and wrapped his tail around her protectively before pulling her close and layed his head atop of hers. "How are you doing?" He finally asked, keeping an eye open to look down at her.

Mintmist bristled with shock at his suggestion, "Leave RiverClan? How can you even think that?" She shook her head, "You may not like rules and getting ordered around, but I'm different. I need rules and orders...I could never live like you do."
She looked over him carefully. There were definitely more scars on him then when she'd seen him last. "You are being careful, aren't you."
She hesitated before answering his question, "I've been doing okay. Life is pretty much the same. I'd like to have kits with some cat, but I suppose I still have plenty of time for that. I'm still young, I suppose. " She sighed, pressing her pink nose into her brother's pelt, "Prey is not scarce, but it isn't exactly plentiful either. For leaf-fall, the Clan is doing pretty well."

[wren]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Rainpelt watched in patient silence as the apprentice watched the leaf, readied herself, prepared to strike, struck, missed and struck again successfully. As the apprentice bowled over happily, overjoyed by her success Rainpelt merely padded over. "Yes you did. I told you you could," the grey shecat said matter-of-factly as if the apprentice had said the the sky was blue. Rainpelt's whisker's twitched as she looked over the apprentice, whose pelt was still wet from the spill in the river. "That's enough for today. It's starting to get colder and your fur isn't used to the water yet. Overtime, your pelt will get sleeker and better at keeping you warm while wet." Rainpelt leaned forward and licked the fur on the apprentice's cheek the wrong way. "Doing that helps keep you warm. I'll teach you more tomorrow." and with that, the spotted warrior turned to pad toward camp.

Clementines head gently cocked to the side as rainpelt padded away. "I'm not cold yet! We can do one more catch please?" she complained. Her neck craning as she licked the fur on one of her forelegs the opposite direction finding what rainpelt had said to be completely true. She may look like a porcupine if she did it much more but it didn't matter. Deciding not to really argue with rain pelt she trotted after the warrior seeing some speckles of wetness still on her fur from earlier when she had fallen in and splashed her makeshift mentor. Temporary mentor. she simply reminded herself as she followed along behind her. Rainpelt was wise, she was completely aware of that. But rain pelt was just smart enough that she wouldn't mentor me. Of course she wouldn't mentor me. She just doesn't want me to be a complete and total piece of mousedung