RiverClan Clearing

[Twilight01]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

(Sadly Specklespiral is wrong, Dustfur's just a flirt and loves pretty mollies.)

Specklespiral.. Dustfur thought trying out the name in his head. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful molly. "Oh, um, I'm Dustfur." He meowed almost forgetting to tell her. Now he was sure he'd never talked to this molly. He was slightly surprised by the molly's sigh. Normally they didn't start getting annoyed, till he started flirted with them Did he already make a bad impression on her?! Good going Dustfur, you already scored it up! He silently scolded himself. "How are you?" He asked a bit unsure on what to say, he barley knew her. He didn't know her really, he just met her and already she seemed annoyed with him.

(Yeah, first time roleplaying with a cat tends to be short.)

I agree but her personality is a bit withdrawn and she is kind of paranoid. Ever heard of the Greek mythology of Pysche?)

Specklespiral felt a rush of guilt as Dustfur looked at her confused. Gosh dangit you ruined it, he was actually being genuinely nice to her.. well sort of, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but I'm doing okay." Specklespiral tripped hopelessly over her words. Why did she have to be such an idiot when it came to talking?

Dear Lord this is tiny. @Fuzzyfeline)

[seasalt]

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Though Runningpaw genuinely wanted to know about Juniperpaw's well-being, Juniperpaw wasn't very willing to share. She wouldn't want to burden others with her issues, not her father or her half-brothers or her mentors/best friends. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, but she believed that her duty as medicine cat was to remain strong for others and she fully intended to do that, even if it meant she would isolate herself - intentionally or unintentionally - from her own clanmates. It didn't seem that some of her clanmates cared if she did so or not, even Russetstar had disapproved of Juniperpaw, and Geckoleaf hadn't been very eager to train her. ``Oh, you know... Same old, same old.`` She smiled at Runningpaw, her new friend, and laughed somewhat uneasily. Juniperpaw rose to her paws, prancing slightly further away from Runningpaw, about a tail-length or so. Her uneasiness made her feel the urge the move, to walk the tingly-feeling off. She didn't intend to negatively affect Runningpaw by acting the way she did, but she didn't want to place more weight on the black-furred she-cats shoulders with some sob stories. Juniperpaw knew Runningpaw cared and would probably feel she should comfort Juniperpaw, but she did not want to add those responsibilities to the warrior apprentice's list.

The fluffy she-cat always cared about any of her friends day, or anything really if she thought through it. How they were feeling and so on. And she would fuzz regularly, wanting to help with their problems. And Runningpaw knew the struggles Juniperpaw was having concerning when she was apprenticed as a medicine cat, to a degree. "Anything interesting or funny happen today?" The she-cat asked again, mischief in her blue-green gaze. Runningpaw thought about maybe going for a walk with her new friends, as she noticed the uneasiness due to her moving around. Well and that she wanted to not be sitting down all day.

[wren]

Originally Posted by mompaws

Temptations were odd. You felt guilty for wanting something so bad, but you'd also feel impatient the longer you went on without it. Temptations were tricky to get the hang of. What if you were letting someone down by not doing your job properly? Or, what if the thing you wanted was impossible to get? Coralear was participating in a mental debate, with none other than herself. The pale ginger and white fae was curled up tightly in the Warriors' Den, eyes shut and head tilted askew. Brows somewhat furrowed, whilst the continuous lapping of her tail against the flower-decorated bedding made for quite an annoying sound. Did she really want to get up? Her energy had been absorbed by so many early-mornings, and late-nights, hunting, fighting, the battle... Gosh, even after thinking about all of that, the she-cat felt tired. Although, she knew that her place in the clan came first, she was just so tempted to sleep in for a couple more moments. Perhaps, maybe, no forget it.
Coralear forced her eyes open, immediately cringing from the light that draped in from outside. Her ears pinned, yet her toes pushed forwards. The female may have looked a little rigid, but didn't most when they woke up? Thick lashes dotted with sleep, with tail containing multiple scraps of moss and leaves. Coralear was certainly not a morning beauty. Or, today at least. She ignored anyone and anything in front of her and made a beeline towards the freshkill pile; mouth basically trembling. She hurriedly plucked up a piece of prey, before making her way back towards a shaded area of the camp. Her paws grasped at the earth below, clumsily spreading it across the ground. The petite warrior spread herself across the shadow-casted terrain, effortlessly setting the large bird down as well. On second thought,, maybe this was too large.. she thought, unhumored by the fact that she may have to get back up again. Yet, as she cast her gaze across the clearing once more, the female spotted Daisyshade. A crooked smile grew upon her face and she called out for the deputy in her usual husky voice. Hopefully the cream feline would join her for the meal, it would be quite a nice change after all.

It took daisy a moment of staring and looking away shamefully from the stocked pile to conclude that she wouldn’t need anything for the next little while. Times where tough and as long as she could wait between meals was better the longer it was. Queens and elders needed extra to keep up strength, she was reasonably young and had her ways of ignoring the growing pangs of hunger. Your a queen too. her ear flicked dismissing the thoughts. She needn’t think of her own kits now, there was a time and place, she had patrols to send out and maybe some time to just rest and catch up with old friends. A purr tumbled deep in her throat at the thought of just sitting and talking, even sleeping sounded great right about now. The tabby Molly was just turning to pad into the warriors den when the sound of her name caught her attention. The Molly’s ears flicked and her head swiveled towards the caller. There was coralear sitting with her ears perked and a massive bird at her side. The tabby’s tail flicked and her paws shuffled so she could look at her better. Come to think of it just before fallenstar was going to announce the deputy she had seen the two spend time together. Perhaps she had been his original choice, maybe that’s why he had given me a furious glance that day. Her stomach churned in discomfort, he wouldn’t have chosen somebody he didn’t want, right? No it’s fine, if he wants you to step down he’ll have to tell me face to face. The she cat returned a gentle yet faint smile in the other warriors direction. She found her mouth watering at the sight of the prey she had picked, it was large even for new leaf prey. She trotted over to coralear flicking her tail as she cast a shadow over her. “You called?” naturally most of these kind of things, when somebody called on her, meant they needed something or wanted something and they left it with her to deal with. The added responsibility of deputy was almost crushing her from every side, but coral wasn’t an elder or a Whiney warrior per say. She seemed content to do her own thing from what daisy could see. A fabulous trait of hers! the ginger tabby sat down curling her tail around her paws and offering another faint smile. Though she found her attention was elsewhere, a rigid glance was placed in the prey every few seconds. Her eyes darting back and fourth.

[olive]

A quiet and petite cat enters the clearing. Her soft, fern-colored eyes pooled with indifference- and perhaps boredom as she searches for something to occupy herself with. She was sentimental, never thinking much of herself and almost always for the benefit of others. Her mother would say it made her a push-over.
Despite this, Olivestep kept on to herself, sitting and wrapping her slender tail around her delicate paws. The sun beat down on her, washing a warm golden hue over her once mud-brown pelt. She thought of going and searching for a fellow warrior to hunt with on such a beautiful day like this, craving the feeling of dipping her paws in the water, hooking her claws around a fresh trout. The rush and exhilaration of it all. Though, she was quite the loner, and didn't expect to be approached by anyone, as much as she hoped someone would.

[yummyluc]

@king kaleb!

practically silent, a large tom slipped into the clearing, turning to skim the edge of the area filled with milling and conversing cats. his ears twitched as he picked up bits and pieces of conversation and the smaller details, such as footsteps and the clicks of tongues. sighing, the ragdoll tom shut his eyes and kept his head low, keeping his feet light on the ground and hardly noticeable. it wasn't exactly that he didn't like cats or was too anxious to talk to them, it was just that they were all so... loud with everything they did. speaking, eating, moving. somehow, he could pick up on every. little. detail. and it was more annoying than he let on. he hated patrols, and he hated sleeping, and he hated eating because sooner or later, the others would get loud and he could hardly focus. he managed, but it was hard. that's why he was so nervous when talking to other cats, out of fear that they might talk too loud. suddenly, he stopped and his vibrant green eyes popped open. it was... quieter here. he examined his surroundings and found it was nearer to the elders' den. of course. there weren't many as many cats being energetic and loud near there, but he hated to burden the poor old souls. instead, he took a few paces closer, feeling more and more content as the noise became easier to bear. once he was comfortable with where he was --not too close to bother the elders, but not too far away that the noise began to get to him-- he sat down and tucked his legs close to his body, his fluffy tail wrapping neatly around his paws. he closed his eyes.

beetleskip wasn't dysfunctional, nor was he a liability. he was simply different. had been ever since he was young. he picked up on absolutely everything. when cats' ears would twitch mid-conversation, or their tail would swish, or how their tones would falter if they felt uncertain. the smacking of jaws when they ate, the sound of footsteps when they trained, snippets of silent conversations in the early hours of the morning. he hadn't minded, it was something so normal to him, but that didn't mean it didn't affect him. he took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air and sat tall to enjoy his contentment. he feared it would not last long.

[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

@king kaleb!

practically silent, a large tom slipped into the clearing, turning to skim the edge of the area filled with milling and conversing cats. his ears twitched as he picked up bits and pieces of conversation and the smaller details, such as footsteps and the clicks of tongues. sighing, the ragdoll tom shut his eyes and kept his head low, keeping his feet light on the ground and hardly noticeable. it wasn't exactly that he didn't like cats or was too anxious to talk to them, it was just that they were all so... loud with everything they did. speaking, eating, moving. somehow, he could pick up on every. little. detail. and it was more annoying than he let on. he hated patrols, and he hated sleeping, and he hated eating because sooner or later, the others would get loud and he could hardly focus. he managed, but it was hard. that's why he was so nervous when talking to other cats, out of fear that they might talk too loud. suddenly, he stopped and his vibrant green eyes popped open. it was... quieter here. he examined his surroundings and found it was nearer to the elders' den. of course. there weren't many as many cats being energetic and loud near there, but he hated to burden the poor old souls. instead, he took a few paces closer, feeling more and more content as the noise became easier to bear. once he was comfortable with where he was --not too close to bother the elders, but not too far away that the noise began to get to him-- he sat down and tucked his legs close to his body, his fluffy tail wrapping neatly around his paws. he closed his eyes.

beetleskip wasn't dysfunctional, nor was he a liability. he was simply different. had been ever since he was young. he picked up on absolutely everything. when cats' ears would twitch mid-conversation, or their tail would swish, or how their tones would falter if they felt uncertain. the smacking of jaws when they ate, the sound of footsteps when they trained, snippets of silent conversations in the early hours of the morning. he hadn't minded, it was something so normal to him, but that didn't mean it didn't affect him. he took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air and sat tall to enjoy his contentment. he feared it would not last long.

he was tired, even if he wouldnt admit it. training with his young apprentice frostpaw had taken a bit out of him, given his age. it would be his last apprentice before he retired he assumed, so he would put his all into it. the poor kit had gone through so much. he had lost all of his siblings and was taken from his own clan by a greedy queen. he was back now, safe in his birth place, but parent less. risingcreek had taken to the youngster almost immediately, feeling a wave of fatherly instincts run through him. he never had kits of his own, or even a mate, instead working hard on his duties and now he was paying for it in the long run. but he felt the same instincts run through him when he saw beetleskip sitting alone in the clearing. he never had spoken to the tom one on one before, only a few patrols here, some hunting trips there, but nothing personal. he always seemed on the shyer side of things. risingcreek never minded though, he always picked up on other cats personalities pretty quickly and wuld make sure to use softer, more calm tones when addressing beetleskip whenever rising was leading the patrols. he did that with everyone, it was just a matter of respect. afterall, you never knew what was running through another cats mind all the time, or what theyve gone through. but seeing beetleskip alone made him feel..hmm, was the proper word sad? because he knew the tom wasnt a bad guy, or atleast, thats what he gathered from the brief interactions theyve had together. so maybe now was the time to approach him, after all he seemed to be rather calm currently given his usual emotional stance.

walking closer, he made sure his steps were soft. everything about risingcreek seemed to be calm and collected. from his movements to how he spoke, to even the soft smile that was constantly on his face. he loved meeting new cats, and beetleskip was no exception. once he was close enough, which was a good few pawsteps away, he tilted his head in a greeting, "Nice day, isnt it?" he mewed, taking a glance across the clearing. there was a subtle hum of cats chattering, kits playing, and so on. it seemed like a typical day,"Mind if i join you?" he ask briefly. hes understand if the tom said no, after all they dont know really anything about eachother except eachothers names and the such, and risingcreek understood how some people were finicky.

[yummyluc]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

he was tired, even if he wouldnt admit it. training with his young apprentice frostpaw had taken a bit out of him, given his age. it would be his last apprentice before he retired he assumed, so he would put his all into it. the poor kit had gone through so much. he had lost all of his siblings and was taken from his own clan by a greedy queen. he was back now, safe in his birth place, but parent less. risingcreek had taken to the youngster almost immediately, feeling a wave of fatherly instincts run through him. he never had kits of his own, or even a mate, instead working hard on his duties and now he was paying for it in the long run. but he felt the same instincts run through him when he saw beetleskip sitting alone in the clearing. he never had spoken to the tom one on one before, only a few patrols here, some hunting trips there, but nothing personal. he always seemed on the shyer side of things. risingcreek never minded though, he always picked up on other cats personalities pretty quickly and wuld make sure to use softer, more calm tones when addressing beetleskip whenever rising was leading the patrols. he did that with everyone, it was just a matter of respect. afterall, you never knew what was running through another cats mind all the time, or what theyve gone through. but seeing beetleskip alone made him feel..hmm, was the proper word sad? because he knew the tom wasnt a bad guy, or atleast, thats what he gathered from the brief interactions theyve had together. so maybe now was the time to approach him, after all he seemed to be rather calm currently given his usual emotional stance.

walking closer, he made sure his steps were soft. everything about risingcreek seemed to be calm and collected. from his movements to how he spoke, to even the soft smile that was constantly on his face. he loved meeting new cats, and beetleskip was no exception. once he was close enough, which was a good few pawsteps away, he tilted his head in a greeting, "Nice day, isnt it?" he mewed, taking a glance across the clearing. there was a subtle hum of cats chattering, kits playing, and so on. it seemed like a typical day,"Mind if i join you?" he ask briefly. hes understand if the tom said no, after all they dont know really anything about eachother except eachothers names and the such, and risingcreek understood how some people were finicky.

the sudden voice nearly made beetleskip flinch, but he held his composure. instead, his eyes popped open and followed the source of the noise. risingcreek. he was an older tom, one beetleskip himself had never spent the time to bond with. they had been on a patrol or three with one another, though beetleskip hardly even remembered those encounters. he spent a lot of time in his head during those, but not too much so that he didn't recognise the older warrior in front of him. at first, he nodded, following the tom's gaze into the distant activity of the clan. just thinking about it made his head hurt, so he trained his eyes to the ground instead and gave an affirmative grunt as an answer. he stared at his paw that upturned the soil beneath, quickly organising his thoughts as to have a somewhat natural conversation with risingcreek. as he slid the words into place, he remembered that risingcreek was one of the few cats that noticed his internal struggle to control himself and manage. he appreciated that, so when he asked to join him, beetleskip nodded. there was no need to be standoffish or rude to this tom. at least, no need that he'd seen for himself yet. he took a breath, but kept his eyes glued to his feet shifting in the dirt. he was already beginning to feel nervous just by the few words and the presence of risingcreek himself, despite knowing his rather calm and paternal aura that he carried, just about anything could set beetleskip off.

it became sort of obvious when he became skittish. he lost his calm, shy exterior and became fidgety and flinched at nearly everything, loud or not.
besides that, he had trouble sleeping or eating because of his high sensitivity to noise and other senses. however, beetleskip was much more calm with risingcreek because he knew that he acknowledged his discomfort, besides, he had seen how he acts towards cats, especially younger cats. he was something of a father figure to them, and beetleskip could appreciate that.

[Barnabas]

. @Fuzzyfeline
Feathercloud sat in the clearing, watching as a group of kits played in front of her. She couldn't help, but let out a purr as she watched. 'You don't need kits. You'll just end up leaving them behind,' thought Feathercloud with a long sigh. The she-cat just sat there staring at the kits and every time she tried to just glance away she was just triggered to look at them again. 'What is wrong with me? I don't think I want to stay away from the nursery anymore. It looks like it's kinda fun,' Featherclous started thinking again.

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Twilight01

I agree but her personality is a bit withdrawn and she is kind of paranoid. Ever heard of the Greek mythology of Pysche?)

Specklespiral felt a rush of guilt as Dustfur looked at her confused. Gosh dangit you ruined it, he was actually being genuinely nice to her.. well sort of, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but I'm doing okay." Specklespiral tripped hopelessly over her words. Why did she have to be such an idiot when it came to talking?

Dear Lord this is tiny.)

(Opps, sorry I'm late!)

Dustfur opened his mouth to speck but closed it again not sure what to say. He flick his tail a few time hopeless on what to say. "Uh, no.." He stammered. Shacking his head he let out a small sigh. "No you didn't offend me." He meowed finally find his words. "I thought I was annoying you." He added with a nervous laugh.

(Mines just as small!)

[Dust]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

[maybe i could have her pop in kinda like a ghost but only frost can see her?]

when frostpaw padded close to him risingcreek swiped the apprentices forehead with his tongue in an affectionate lick. he had always been close to the apprentice, ever since he was born it seemed like for some reason, and was delighted to find out that he was his apprentice. so, because of that, he often treated the kid like his actual, you know, kid. after all he went through, maybe he was tired of people pushing to be his parental figure, but rising couldnt help it. the kit had been through so much and wasnt even a warrior yet ! the least he could do was take it easy on him. "Just a quick run to see if the ice is starting to melt along the rivers, since its getting a bit warmer now ( clan news said it was,,30 degree i think?). after that well go hunting along the thunderclan border where our territory has more forest land for more prey. after that well come back though, I know your names frostpaw but i dont want your actual paws frosted over." he chuckled, "we all like we seem we could use a few more minutes of shut eye, so i wont keep you out too long today."

[Yeah, that's fine with me (^^) Whatever you're alright with!]

Frostpaw leaned into Rising as the warrior licked his forehead, grateful for the comforting gesture. Risingcreek was like a father - or at least kin - to the dark silver tabby and after the death of his mother and sister, Rising had made sure to care for him. Frost appreciated it. His mentor was someone he looked up to! Bringing a soft blue gaze up to look at the older feline, Frostpaw nodded vigorously. "Sounds like a plan... No battle practice?" Distaste rolled off his tongue as he uttered the phrase - the apprentice was clearly not interested, although he perked up at the mention of 'shut eye.' Of course, he was excited by the notion, but would he even be able to sleep? It didn't matter how long he stayed in his nest, Frostpaw never felt fully rested. Things were starting to move in the darkness - phantoms appearing that no one else seemed to notice. A slight panic clawed at his stomach, his breath hitching in his throat as the fur along his spine began to bristle. "Risingcreek, I don't know that I want to stay in camp all day. I definitely don't want to sleep, there's so much to do." The apprentice was almost pleading with his mentor, "If anything, I'll do some chores around camp... I haven't done much lately and I want to catch up."