RiverClan Clearing

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by Shoes

The apprentice stirred, slowly rising to their paws with sleep still evident on them. As soon as the sun hit their face and their legs were stretched, they were full of their usual high bar of energy. They didn't think anything of their mentor's expression, thinking that she was just a bit grumpy. They could definitely put up with that. A close-mouthed smile found it's way on to Runningpaw's maw as they trotted over to greet their mentor, that's something they'd do to cheer up their mother when she was grumpy so it was worth a shot on Rainpelt, even if she hadn't responded much to it in the past.
"Good Morning!" They sat themselves down right in front of the other, awkwardly sticking up their back leg and scratching behind their ear. They tried to remain eye contact even if it was hard to scratch and look up at the taller molly. Runningpaw hoped they hadn't done anything that would make her particularly angry, they'd tried their hardest in training and fed some elders the previous day, maybe they had forgotten to do something they were told,
wouldn't be the first time.

Rainpelt glared at the apprentice as he made his way to the clearing, her stomach sick with rage as she saw that stupid smile on his face. "We're going to do battle training today, but first we're going to share a meal. Grab us something and meet me outside the camp," she ordered, stalking out with limbs tense like a coiled adder ready to strike. She'd been nice long enough, it was time this apprentice learned a hard truth about their body. If every other cat in the clan was going to close their eyes and pretend a tom was not a tom, at least one cat was going to tell him the truth!

[Socks]

Originally Posted by Charmer

Rainpelt glared at the apprentice as he made his way to the clearing, her stomach sick with rage as she saw that stupid smile on his face. "We're going to do battle training today, but first we're going to share a meal. Grab us something and meet me outside the camp," she ordered, stalking out with limbs tense like a coiled adder ready to strike. She'd been nice long enough, it was time this apprentice learned a hard truth about their body. If every other cat in the clan was going to close their eyes and pretend a tom was not a tom, at least one cat was going to tell him the truth!

Okay, so, the smile obviously wasn't working to make their mentor less grumpy but they didn't stop smiling, they liked to smile. The more you smiled the happier you felt, at least to Runningpaw. They decided they ought to just do as they were told without complaint to avoid angering the other more, even if they felt a slight pang of hurt by the way they were being glared at by the molly they had thought they were close with. "Can do!" Turning towards the fresh-kill pile, they leapt up towards it. They grabbed a fish by its tail, carrying it back towards their mentor outside the camp with their head turned to the side with the weight of the prey.

[Lawlipop]

@starfall
(( are you happy star? are your fallen threats worth it? Have a Honeypool <3 ))

How does time fly.

A golden tabby molly gingerly wanders into the clearing, looking around at aftermath of a war she had no idea was happening. Some may not recognize the she-cat, which wasn't a surprise to her. She never allowed herself to be in the limelight, she was always around the sidelines of the clan. Still, even if she didn't look familar, she had a faded scent on her, that signature scent only a born Riverclan cat, with her own scent as well. She was confident she would not be attacked, they would know that she was one of them.

She was alone not too long after the Syndicate attacked at the Gathering. She remembered clearly what happened. She sat herself next to Fallenstream. She braved up a smile towards the dark colored deputy. Then everything came apart. After the battle, she didn't return with RiverClan, she drifted away from her clan... Away from all the clans. She had to do some serious contemplation, and she just walked away from it. You see, not too long before the attack at the Gathering, the molly broke off her relations with a WindClan tom who she had a fancy for quite a while. No one knew. No except Fallenstream. And when he confronted the two about it, she lived in fear. In fear that with his powers as deputy, he would announce to the clan about his findings. But he never did. Why? Why? She never knew why he never told. And she never asked him. She kept to the sidelines, tried to keep away from eyesight as much as possible. And just when she was poking her head out of underneath her rock and becomes less afraid of him, she up and vanishes. But she's back now.

She wanders around, as if she was lost. But she's not lost, she's been here since she was born. Ironically in a funny way, the first place she went to, was the warrior den. She wondered if they threw out her den or if it was still there in one piece. But that wasn't was her major priority. She had enough contemplating on her own. She needed to find Fallenstream. She wondered if he would accept her back or would he want her gone. She hoped it wasn't the latter. She looked around to try to spot the deputy. It wasn't too hard to find him, he was a big cat. Now where was the icey eyed fluffball?

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

@starfall
(( are you happy star? are your fallen threats worth it? Have a Honeypool <3 ))

How does time fly.

A golden tabby molly gingerly wanders into the clearing, looking around at aftermath of a war she had no idea was happening. Some may not recognize the she-cat, which wasn't a surprise to her. She never allowed herself to be in the limelight, she was always around the sidelines of the clan. Still, even if she didn't look familar, she had a faded scent on her, that signature scent only a born Riverclan cat, with her own scent as well. She was confident she would not be attacked, they would know that she was one of them.

She was alone not too long after the Syndicate attacked at the Gathering. She remembered clearly what happened. She sat herself next to Fallenstream. She braved up a smile towards the dark colored deputy. Then everything came apart. After the battle, she didn't return with RiverClan, she drifted away from her clan... Away from all the clans. She had to do some serious contemplation, and she just walked away from it. You see, not too long before the attack at the Gathering, the molly broke off her relations with a WindClan tom who she had a fancy for quite a while. No one knew. No except Fallenstream. And when he confronted the two about it, she lived in fear. In fear that with his powers as deputy, he would announce to the clan about his findings. But he never did. Why? Why? She never knew why he never told. And she never asked him. She kept to the sidelines, tried to keep away from eyesight as much as possible. And just when she was poking her head out of underneath her rock and becomes less afraid of him, she up and vanishes. But she's back now.

She wanders around, as if she was lost. But she's not lost, she's been here since she was born. Ironically in a funny way, the first place she went to, was the warrior den. She wondered if they threw out her den or if it was still there in one piece. But that wasn't was her major priority. She had enough contemplating on her own. She needed to find Fallenstream. She wondered if he would accept her back or would he want her gone. She hoped it wasn't the latter. She looked around to try to spot the deputy. It wasn't too hard to find him, he was a big cat. Now where was the icey eyed fluffball?

[yES and I love how you put 'Icey eyed fluffball' that's beaut, If fallen heard that he would have just let out an offended chirping noise]

The battle was over, Thunderclan had won, Windclan had retreated. He wouldn't say Thunderclan and Riverclan had won, after all, his clan was just an accessory, a back-up, the main fight was between Thunderclan and Windclan, honestly, all the ebony tom did was pick a side. He was happy though, they had gotten out of that battle with minimal casualties, in fact, practically none, it was successful, he himself had expected to loose a life, but he only got minor scratches. Though they were small, they still stung, as though someone was poking the superficial wounds every few seconds, but of course, he could deal with that pain, after all, it was next to nothing compared to what he was going through with his mental stability. He knew he was breaking, he was falling apart quickly, every little thing angered him to the point of where, in order to get rid of it, he would think of killing to make it go away, to make it stop. The old 'him' would have, he would have already slaughtered half his clanmates, just because he believed them to be traitors and or hungry to control the clan, and now he was in that very position, he had become the very thing he strived to avoid. Everytime he heard a clanmate call his name, it made him want to gag, everytime he walked into his den, he wanted to rip it to shreds, he wanted, he wasn't sure what he wanted, but he wanted the unbarable pain to go away, the constant screeching in his head, the constant ripping of his soul, he was slowly growing numb to his own emotions, and to his morals. He felt weak, the fact that he was falling apart was because she wasn't here beside him, she wasn't here for him to chase after, she wasn't here pushing him away from battles, she wasn't here, she just wasn't here, and he depended on her so, so much that it was terrifying. It made him realize that love was a scary thing to have.

Fallenstar strode into the clearing, ignoring the slight sting of his wounds, his head held at a regular height, a serious, yet pained look plastered on his face. But if felines asked why he looked so hurt, other's would state that they didn't know, he's just always had that 'look' and it was true. The tom rarely smiled, really, primarily around his remaining family, and only around two other mollies, Honeypool and Lightstream. Once he stepped out of the glare of the sun, he spotted an equally bright pelt, a calming ember, and a sweet scent wafted into his nose, the scent of unknown lands, flowers, and honey. He stopped completely, his eyes widened, ice blue optics flickered with surprise, hope, and so much more that he couldn't even fathom into words. For a moment, he was beyond happy, she was back, it was her, but, it also could have been his deputy, Daisyshade, she had an equally warm ginger pelt, but the second she turned, the second he could see her eyes, it clicked. 'It's her.' She was the only one who had such warm, inviting, hypnotizing eyes that held so much in them. The tom took a single step forward, than another one, and after the first few he was practically running towards the warrior, his burly figure nothing but a ebony blurr to onlookers. He stopped a few mouse lengths away from the molly and looked at her, looked her over, drank in her scent, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming, just to make sure it was really her. Once it registered the tom flattened his ears and let out a choking noise. So much pressure, so much stress, so much self-hatred, vanished instantly lapis hues met Honey optics, and it was a welcome feeling, and it made itself known by forming into a liquid and rolling down his cheeks, making soft 'papping' noises on the ground beneath his paws.

"You idiot, you missed the Dawn patrol."

[Lawlipop]

Originally Posted by starfall

[yES and I love how you put 'Icey eyed fluffball' that's beaut, If fallen heard that he would have just let out an offended chirping noise]

The battle was over, Thunderclan had won, Windclan had retreated. He wouldn't say Thunderclan and Riverclan had won, after all, his clan was just an accessory, a back-up, the main fight was between Thunderclan and Windclan, honestly, all the ebony tom did was pick a side. He was happy though, they had gotten out of that battle with minimal casualties, in fact, practically none, it was successful, he himself had expected to loose a life, but he only got minor scratches. Though they were small, they still stung, as though someone was poking the superficial wounds every few seconds, but of course, he could deal with that pain, after all, it was next to nothing compared to what he was going through with his mental stability. He knew he was breaking, he was falling apart quickly, every little thing angered him to the point of where, in order to get rid of it, he would think of killing to make it go away, to make it stop. The old 'him' would have, he would have already slaughtered half his clanmates, just because he believed them to be traitors and or hungry to control the clan, and now he was in that very position, he had become the very thing he strived to avoid. Everytime he heard a clanmate call his name, it made him want to gag, everytime he walked into his den, he wanted to rip it to shreds, he wanted, he wasn't sure what he wanted, but he wanted the unbarable pain to go away, the constant screeching in his head, the constant ripping of his soul, he was slowly growing numb to his own emotions, and to his morals. He felt weak, the fact that he was falling apart was because she wasn't here beside him, she wasn't here for him to chase after, she wasn't here pushing him away from battles, she wasn't here, she just wasn't here, and he depended on her so, so much that it was terrifying. It made him realize that love was a scary thing to have.

Fallenstar strode into the clearing, ignoring the slight sting of his wounds, his head held at a regular height, a serious, yet pained look plastered on his face. But if felines asked why he looked so hurt, other's would state that they didn't know, he's just always had that 'look' and it was true. The tom rarely smiled, really, primarily around his remaining family, and only around two other mollies, Honeypool and Lightstream. Once he stepped out of the glare of the sun, he spotted an equally bright pelt, a calming ember, and a sweet scent wafted into his nose, the scent of unknown lands, flowers, and honey. He stopped completely, his eyes widened, ice blue optics flickered with surprise, hope, and so much more that he couldn't even fathom into words. For a moment, he was beyond happy, she was back, it was her, but, it also could have been his deputy, Daisyshade, she had an equally warm ginger pelt, but the second she turned, the second he could see her eyes, it clicked. 'It's her.' She was the only one who had such warm, inviting, hypnotizing eyes that held so much in them. The tom took a single step forward, than another one, and after the first few he was practically running towards the warrior, his burly figure nothing but a ebony blurr to onlookers. He stopped a few mouse lengths away from the molly and looked at her, looked her over, drank in her scent, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming, just to make sure it was really her. Once it registered the tom flattened his ears and let out a choking noise. So much pressure, so much stress, so much self-hatred, vanished instantly lapis hues met Honey optics, and it was a welcome feeling, and it made itself known by forming into a liquid and rolling down his cheeks, making soft 'papping' noises on the ground beneath his paws.

"You idiot, you missed the Dawn patrol."

(( w0W Fallen, I’m gone for months and you calling me names. You such a meanie <3 ))
It didn’t take long for her to find the cat she was searching. She had found him. Or rather, he found her. The sound of someone rushing at her made her hair rise on edge and whirl around, but seeing the source of it relaxed her. He ran over to her, stopping shortly to where she was. And they stood there for a while, no one saying a word. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but swallowed the words back down her throat. They just stood, taking in each other.

Then suddenly, something within him breaks and brings him back into the now, out of his trance. He was crying. Seeing him like this, it broke her out her own trance as her eyes shone with concern over him. She looked around, wondering if anyone was watching the encounter and a tinge of embarrassment was singing her chest. What was she supposed to do? She slightly raised her paw, but remained where she was. She wanted to step closer, dry his tears. Whatever he was dealing with a the moment, she wanted it gone. But yet, his first words to her after her disappearance, made her desires to comfort him made her a bit hesitant. She was late for the Dawn Patrol. How ironically funny. The first she does when she arrives is check whether she had a place to sleep for the night or not, and the first thing he says, is that she’s late for the dawn patrol. Her concerned feelings didn’t change, but his statement made her chuckle quietly. Which made her feel even worse for laughing in front of this crying Tom.

She looked up at his blue eyes, their glare was cold enough to pierce a cat in two. He held a different presence around him than before. She didn’t know what it was, but she could tell, something has changed. She parts her lips, responding to his words, talking as if she had merely overslept and wasn’t gone for forever “Yes, I’ve had to take some time to contemplate on certain things in my life.” She mewed, looking down to her paws shyly before raising her head back up to look at him. “Better late than never, right? I’m here now.” She was here to help, not to scamper away from his eyesight and fear of the information he held before. He had changed and so had she. “I’ll make it up later.”

[Fuzzy]

@Gabriel The Archangel @Mystic

Angelwing had just gotten back from helping ThunderClan with the battle with WindClan and ShadowClan. She had few scratches since the WindClan molly, Auburnrose, she was fighting was not that experienced and Blazingstar had called a retreat before ether of them got to roughed up. Shaking out her multi colored fur she headed over to her best friend, Rainfeather. The two of them had been friends for moons and were quiet close. Rainfeather was Angelwing's first real friend and the only one to stick with her even when she pushed her away. Knowing that Rainfeather is never going to leave her many so much to this molly. Not many know how much it means, or why but it's more then Angelwing knows how to say. As she approched the spotted tabby known as Rainfeather she dipped her head the slightest in greeting. She wasn't the greatest at starting a convention normally she didn't, she just wasn't good at it. "Hello, Rainfeather." She meowed not wanting it to seam something was wrong. Sometimes others thought something was wrong with her like when she was a kit one of her foster mothers, Ripplestep, was always worried about her or she seamed to be. Though Angelwing never trusted her or any of the other Queens that she'd been handed around to. Her kit life was rough but she never let anyone know about it, well Rainfeather knew and Firehawk might but other then that only the ones who were there knew what she whent through and they never got in her head. She tugged though her life alone witch is what made her who she is her pain and suffering made her, this. She is Angelwing, loyal RiverClan warrior, along with her many scars she caries from her past. That is part of her, who she is and always ways be.

[Mystic]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

@Gabriel The Archangel @Mystic

Angelwing had just gotten back from helping ThunderClan with the battle with WindClan and ShadowClan. She had few scratches since the WindClan molly, Auburnrose, she was fighting was not that experienced and Blazingstar had called a retreat before ether of them got to roughed up. Shaking out her multi colored fur she headed over to her best friend, Rainfeather. The two of them had been friends for moons and were quiet close. Rainfeather was Angelwing's first real friend and the only one to stick with her even when she pushed her away. Knowing that Rainfeather is never going to leave her many so much to this molly. Not many know how much it means, or why but it's more then Angelwing knows how to say. As she approched the spotted tabby known as Rainfeather she dipped her head the slightest in greeting. She wasn't the greatest at starting a convention normally she didn't, she just wasn't good at it. "Hello, Rainfeather." She meowed not wanting it to seam something was wrong. Sometimes others thought something was wrong with her like when she was a kit one of her foster mothers, Ripplestep, was always worried about her or she seamed to be. Though Angelwing never trusted her or any of the other Queens that she'd been handed around to. Her kit life was rough but she never let anyone know about it, well Rainfeather knew and Firehawk might but other then that only the ones who were there knew what she whent through and they never got in her head. She tugged though her life alone witch is what made her who she is her pain and suffering made her, this. She is Angelwing, loyal RiverClan warrior, along with her many scars she caries from her past. That is part of her, who she is and always ways be.

Rainfeather, a Riverclan warrior was sitting in a corner of her camp, her best friend, Angelwing, past rogue now a loyal warrior had gone to the Thunderclan, Windclan, Shadowclan and kind of Riverclan battle. Rainfeather had stayed in camp, a few with some other cats so they would guard the Riverclan camp in case a Windclan or Shadowclan warrior had sneaked out and came to attack Riverclan too. She heard somebody say her name and turned around to see Angelwing, she didn't seem too hurt. Rainfeather dipped her head, ``Hey Angelwing! Are you ok? Do you have any deep scratches?`` She asked anxiously, she was always worried about her best friend, knowing that she had a really rough life as a kit and not many cats accepted her in the clan. ``How was the battle? Was any cat injured a lot?`` She asked again but then paused to let her friend answer.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

@Gabriel The Archangel @Mystic

Angelwing had just gotten back from helping ThunderClan with the battle with WindClan and ShadowClan. She had few scratches since the WindClan molly, Auburnrose, she was fighting was not that experienced and Blazingstar had called a retreat before ether of them got to roughed up. Shaking out her multi colored fur she headed over to her best friend, Rainfeather. The two of them had been friends for moons and were quiet close. Rainfeather was Angelwing's first real friend and the only one to stick with her even when she pushed her away. Knowing that Rainfeather is never going to leave her many so much to this molly. Not many know how much it means, or why but it's more then Angelwing knows how to say. As she approched the spotted tabby known as Rainfeather she dipped her head the slightest in greeting. She wasn't the greatest at starting a convention normally she didn't, she just wasn't good at it. "Hello, Rainfeather." She meowed not wanting it to seam something was wrong. Sometimes others thought something was wrong with her like when she was a kit one of her foster mothers, Ripplestep, was always worried about her or she seamed to be. Though Angelwing never trusted her or any of the other Queens that she'd been handed around to. Her kit life was rough but she never let anyone know about it, well Rainfeather knew and Firehawk might but other then that only the ones who were there knew what she whent through and they never got in her head. She tugged though her life alone witch is what made her who she is her pain and suffering made her, this. She is Angelwing, loyal RiverClan warrior, along with her many scars she caries from her past. That is part of her, who she is and always ways be.

Mistwhisper sighed heavily as he saw Angelwing talking with Rainfeather. The tom padded over to her, his legs shaking slightly. He had liked the she-cat ever since he had found her along the border, but he wasn't sure how to say anything. The oreo-decorated tom was an outgoing, somewhat hardcore cat, but he always went weak at the knees at the thought of talking with Angelwing. This would be one of the first times talking to her after the patrol. He stood in front of the two cats. "H-hello, Angelwing." he mewed.

[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by Mystic

Rainfeather, a Riverclan warrior was sitting in a corner of her camp, her best friend, Angelwing, past rogue now a loyal warrior had gone to the Thunderclan, Windclan, Shadowclan and kind of Riverclan battle. Rainfeather had stayed in camp, a few with some other cats so they would guard the Riverclan camp in case a Windclan or Shadowclan warrior had sneaked out and came to attack Riverclan too. She heard somebody say her name and turned around to see Angelwing, she didn't seem too hurt. Rainfeather dipped her head, ``Hey Angelwing! Are you ok? Do you have any deep scratches?`` She asked anxiously, she was always worried about her best friend, knowing that she had a really rough life as a kit and not many cats accepted her in the clan. ``How was the battle? Was any cat injured a lot?`` She asked again but then paused to let her friend answer.

Originally Posted by Gabriel The Archangel

Mistwhisper sighed heavily as he saw Angelwing talking with Rainfeather. The tom padded over to her, his legs shaking slightly. He had liked the she-cat ever since he had found her along the border, but he wasn't sure how to say anything. The oreo-decorated tom was an outgoing, somewhat hardcore cat, but he always went weak at the knees at the thought of talking with Angelwing. This would be one of the first times talking to her after the patrol. He stood in front of the two cats. "H-hello, Angelwing." he mewed.

(Um, Angelwing was found as a kit so Mintwhisper would have been a kit as well. Are you thinking of how Applestripe was found?)

Angelwing shock her head haft amused. "Yes, I'm fine just a few scrapes." She answered pausing to think a sec. "The battle was a battle, a war. Some were killed and seriously injured others just miner scratches." She added not really adding any emotions behind it. Sitting down she drew her paw over her ear. Before really, either Rainfeather or herself had a chance to say anything Mintwhisper, a RiverClan tom, padded over. His greeting with a stammered H was confusing to Angelwing it was really a first and she wasn't sure why the speckled tom was doing it. "Hello, Mintwhisper." She meowed the same way she had talked about the battle. Casually and with almost no emotion. That was her way of doing things. She felt week and open letting anyone see or feel the emotions she, herself didn't understand. Though she slightly envyed cats who knew what they were and ment and all that normal stuff. But, Angelwing she wasn't normal, no far from it. Yeah she felt stuff but did she know what it was? No. Nothing made since feelings and emotions others got but Angelwing, never understood it. So, she just told herself that others were just being rash or mouse brained. Yet, even if Angelwing is abnormal and all she still had dreams she's never shared not even with Rainfeather. She dreamed of having a family, having a mate and kits that loved her and would never leave her. Though now Angelwing doesn't think of it and believes that it was a kitish fantasy that is to good to be true. She still wants it but its like a light at the end of the tunnel that never nears. It seams impossible so, she doesn't ponder on it.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

(Um, Angelwing was found as a kit so Mintwhisper would have been a kit as well. Are you thinking of how Applestripe was found?)

Angelwing shock her head haft amused. "Yes, I'm fine just a few scrapes." She answered pausing to think a sec. "The battle was a battle, a war. Some were killed and seriously injured others just miner scratches." She added not really adding any emotions behind it. Sitting down she drew her paw over her ear. Before really, either Rainfeather or herself had a chance to say anything Mintwhisper, a RiverClan tom, padded over. His greeting with a stammered H was confusing to Angelwing it was really a first and she wasn't sure why the speckled tom was doing it. "Hello, Mintwhisper." She meowed the same way she had talked about the battle. Casually and with almost no emotion. That was her way of doing things. She felt week and open letting anyone see or feel the emotions she, herself didn't understand. Though she slightly envyed cats who knew what they were and ment and all that normal stuff. But, Angelwing she wasn't normal, no far from it. Yeah she felt stuff but did she know what it was? No. Nothing made since feelings and emotions others got but Angelwing, never understood it. So, she just told herself that others were just being rash or mouse brained. Yet, even if Angelwing is abnormal and all she still had dreams she's never shared not even with Rainfeather. She dreamed of having a family, having a mate and kits that loved her and would never leave her. Though now Angelwing doesn't think of it and believes that it was a kitish fantasy that is to good to be true. She still wants it but its like a light at the end of the tunnel that never nears. It seams impossible so, she doesn't ponder on it.

(I guess so lol sorry about that. Imma try that again)

Mintwhisper padded aimlessly around the camp, waiting for something to do. The oreo tom sighed heavily as he looked around the camp, looking for his brother, Silverfang. After about a minute of scanning the camp, Mintwhisper admitted defeat and sought out another cat. Angelwing. The she-cat he had admired ever since she joined the Clan. Even though he was just a kit at the time, Mintwhisper wanted to do everything with the young molly, but he never found the courage to say anything to her. He eventually decided that he would pull her aside today and tell her how he really felt. His eyes landed on the young cat. She was talking to Rainfeather. Mintwhisper padded over, stopping halfway there. It would be rude to drag her away from her friend. So he plopped himself down at the edge of camp, close to the two cats, and began washing himself, waiting for them to finish their conversation.