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Re: Cattail Pond

| Whitepaw, The Ambitious Actress of Riverclan |

That was a mousebrained question in her mind, she obviously knew how to hunt. I mean, it probably wasn't obvious to certain cats but surely, it was obvious just how amazing she was, she kept her mouth shut for the most part though.

' ' I believe I do know how to hunt, on land and water.' '

The molly said 'she believed she could do it' so she could save her ass incase she messed up, simply nodding as she said it. It wasn't that hard to hunt, surely every cat knew that...unless you were here a few moons back but, that past didn't exist, 100%, totally.

| @gs29513

Re: Cattail Pond

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Originally Posted by x ghostie (Post 1046375)

open for interaction :heartbounce: takes place right after the raid! //
Eventually the warrior found himself at the pond -- having previously broke away from the group. He lacked the need for medical attention. At least, the adrenaline was covering any minor ones. He was sitting besides the edge, cloudy eyes peering into the water.

Was it his fault?

Wormbite didn't know Ottersplash wasn't there. He still didn't know why he was. Last time he recalled his friend disliked violence. It didn't change the fact Ottersplash was dead. He wasn't just missing. He was dead and gone. This was the consequence of war. Wormbite just wanted Thunderclan to feel their own consequences. To realize lives couldn't have been replaced but, it didn't help. It didn't help at all. It didn't remove the fact that perhaps if Wormbite hadn't been there Ottersplash would have survived.

His thoughts thrived off the despair and continued to whisper wrong-doings to Wormbite. A distraught whine escaped from him in surprise, snapping his head up. "Stop, " He groaned quietly, crumbling slowly to the ground. Even now they continued to be intrusive, picking at any situation to feed on.

Blood and poison painted his paws and Wormbite was just.. so tired.

He would be a warrior tomorrow. He would throw away the fact this event would trouble him during the night. He would ignore how much he missed Shimmeringpool and how loss he felt at this point. He would allow the numbness to consume him and do whatever was asked of him. For now? Wormbite allowed himself to feel bad for once.

And then he would slip into the pond. Allowing the cold water to make himself feel alive again. It soothed his sore limbs and aching thoughts.

Wormbite washed away the blood and made sure the poison no longer coated his claws before dragging himself back up on the bank. He laid there for what seemed to be an eternality.

Palepaw drags herself to Cattail Pond, limbs heavy and conscience heavier with each step she came closer.
She wanted to fling herself into her nest and sleep away the rest of the week, to forget tonight ever happened, that she'd so eagerly answered the call to spill blood. At the same time she was also glad to rinse away the evidence of her sins, the blood and poison mingled and matted on her paws, reminding her of all that happened.

She doesn't notice Wormbite until she's already dipped her feet into the cool waters, allowing the cold drag of the pond carefully soften up the chunks in her fur. When she does, she looks up blearily and recognizes he also came to wash his paws, recognizing him as one of the others who had accepted the poison claws.
She quickly finished washing off her paws and trotted over to the warrior, stopping just a tail length away from his prone form, carefully searching him to make sure he was alive.
She recognized the guilt and agony splayed across his face, and she can only imagine both emotions are related to tonight.
"It's a dumb question, but...." she looks down at him, hoping she can at least distract him from those thoughts. Stewing in misery and doing nothing about it was perhaps the worst way to deal with grief, and she knew that all too well, having done it herself when she first lost Eelpaw.
"Do you think we made the right choice? To accept the poison? To follow Kestrelstar into battle?"
It might not help him, but if she could.... talk to someone about it, talk to someone who seemed to regret this juat as much as she did, she might have some peace of mind and maybe they could settle his grief along the way.

Re: Cattail Pond

@Cobra @Riverfly
Okay, so her clanmates weren't showing up. She turned around the clearing, looking for someone else to snag along. There was no time to wait for them to show up. Bristletail slunk over to the exit and padded out of camp. Walking through the willows and weaving around the reeds, her blue eyes glanced around, looking for prey. When she got back to camp, she would tell Splashleap of Snakethorn and Deadpaws' absences. She couldn't get in trouble for having not enough prey if her patrol mates didn't show up.

She stopped at Cattail Pond and looked around. Lucky enough for her, there were no apprentices there, which kept the fish swimming up to the top of the pond. Bristletail walked to a large silver-sheened rock and sat down, staring into the water. Her paw slipped quickly and silently into the water and scooped out a large bass before biting and killing it. She repeated the process again and again, ending with a large pile of fish. Bass and minnows were piled around her paws, four or five at least. The sun was setting over the horizon and she stopped and gazed at the orange-bathed pond.

Re: Cattail Pond

While Orchidpaw didn't seem to be showing and Whitepaw didn't seem particularly pleased with the question, or the fact she was here in general, Splashleap was pleased that she knew how to hunt. At least that was one thing she wouldn't have to deal with right now. Although there were probably other things she should be doing, like thinking about how she was going to deal with......no, she would NOT think about that! She was here to fish, and nothing else. Ok, that's great! I'll be heading over there she mewed, waving her tail to the right and leaving you to it!

Turning and moving away in a slightly awkward shamble to protect her injured paw from knocking against the ground, Splashleap settled down beside the pond several paces away. Sitting almost perfectly still, uninjured paw poised to strike, the molly waited for the silver scales of fish to flash in the center of her vision. And flash they did, a large trout swimming lazily past. With a swift scoop and bite to the neck it was dead, Splashleap shuffling it carefully to the side before returning her attention to the water. Hopefully Whitepaw was making out alright, the more prey they got the better.

It wasn't too long before another fish approached, perhaps intrigued by the drops of blood it's fellow had shed in the water. It didn't matter why it was there, the perch was quickly flipped to the bank in an arc of scales and droplets of water before being dispatched in the same manner as the trout. Glancing quickly towards Whitepaw, Splashleap decided waiting for one more fish might be a good idea. After all, injured cats needed to eat a lot, and they seemed to have quite a few kits running about the place as well. @WinterRabbit5350

Re: Cattail Pond

| Whitepaw, The Actress In Training of Riverclan |

' 'Alright' '

That was all she said before she went to the water, she examined Splashleap for a bit, but only when she caught the first fish. It was more so a refresher for her, besides, they clearly were intent on catching more prey, a small bit of keeping it in your mind wouldn't hurt.

And well, okay, she had to give the deputy some respect, her hunting seemed pretty good. I mean, yeah, any cat could kill a fish, but this cat was doing it while clearly injured, even if she wasn't using her injured paw, was it stupid? Probably, but Whitepaw had to give her some, tiny amount of credit.

She kept her amber eyes on the water, not even looking to Splashleap after that first fish, she waited for a different fish to arrive. Honestly, that was the hard part, keeping your patience in check so you can catch the fish on-

The apprentice quickly swiped the water, but also a fish in the process, it was a bit panicky, but she did it.

It was a similar process as Splashleap's, but why wouldn't it be?, biting it's 'neck' until it was dead it was the best method to kill, anything really. Actually, did these things even have a classified neck? They were just stupid water creatures that looked like they wanted to go to Starclan sooner than most. Hm, guess Whitepaw put the poor, ugly thing out of it's misery, she should be awarded just for that, if she could be honest.

| @gs29513

Re: Cattail Pond

× mountainmist ×

She padded to over to the group of cats, her mind whizzing fast. She turned to the pond and clawed at a little bass, she fished it right up and put it in her jaws. She kept staring at the cats, " huh I wonder what they are doing " she said a smirk. She padded closer to them trying to be unseen, the cats looked at her with fright.
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Re: Cattail Pond

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Originally Posted by Rainquail (Post 1048665)

And it seemed like Starclan wasn't so keen on him wallowing in his own thoughts. Ah, couldn't a man brood in peace? He supposed this.. wasn't even the proper setting but it was good enough. His ears perked up at the sound of pawsteps, water splashing against the side.. he could briefly make out Palepaw's scent. Perhaps if Wormbite pretended he didn't exist then she wouldn't notice him.

That was not the case. He would stay there for a few moments before surrendering.

Cloudy eyes flickered open and he dragged himself up to a proper sitting position. Water dripped from his short fur, "It's not dumb, " Wormbite corrected, his notched ear flickering. His voice was rather monotone but it carried a much more heavy tone, "No. There is no right or wrong choices but, " He paused for a moment, an image flooding into his mind. White fur stained with blood.. a desperate cry.. sick taunting.. "There had to have been something with a less .. horrible outcome, " He finished, squinting his eyes at Palepaw.

Honestly? Wormbite didn't want to talk about this. It was all too fresh in his mind. He didn't carry much information on Palepaw. Instead he could take a guess about what was running through her mind if she was sane and he didn't wish those doubts on anyone. This was going to either go horribly wrong or decent. He was going to try and relate to possible non-existent worries. "Thunderclan needed to learn. I don't think it was worth it, " Wormbite admitted quietly, sighing. He was not interested on sharing thoughts but then again, he was also determined to try and ease Palepaw's doubts. If they existed. . . he wasn't projecting. Shut it.

"...Are you okay?" He asked before adding, "Mentally and physically." The scent of blood was too familiar for him to try and pick it out on Palepaw. Specially her own.

Re: Cattail Pond

It was really a great day to be a warrior. Petalfuzz was now able to leave camp on her own to find flowers. She'd been a warrior for a moon. It was really awesome. She had found so many flowers and plants she couldn't be anymore happier. Sure Riverclan had gone through some things, but that didn't ruin fun for her.

Petalfuzz skipped through Cattail pond, trying to find as many flowers as she could. She loved them so much and wanted to make some more flower crowns. They were actually really fun to make. The molly glanced around before finding a really pretty pink flower. She ran over to it. "Hello little flower. Mind if i pick you?", she asked before pulling it out of the ground.

Re: Cattail Pond

| @Angelique |
[Hope you don't mind Mint joining her - she has a thing for flowers too! <3]
Mintflower spent a good portion of her time alone - she considered it important for her mental well-being. Well, that's what she told herself; really, it was just a means of avoiding the huge pressures brought on by trying to make or maintain friendships. She wasn't huge on social niceties, and often said the wrong things or made comments that came across as ruder than she intended. She had been a better social butterfly when an apprentice, but only for a select few and they were gone now, ravaged by the unfair nature of time. The creamy she-cat enjoyed the serene nature of cattail pond, minus the distant noises of apprentices trying and failing, in some cases, at their first swimming lessons. The young she-cat had been swimming herself, now sat basking in the sun in an attempt to dry off. She found swimming relaxed her, as it was one of the only things she was really good at. Stubby legs failed to benefit her much on land, but in the water, she was graceful and elegant. The spot she usually sat in offered her peace and time to herself - well, usually, it did.
The soft trickling of water did nothing to cover the excited exclamations of one she-cat as she skipped along. Is she...talking to flowers? Mintflower wasn't judging! She herself loved flowers - she just never spoke to them. She debated just ignoring her, let the happy molly go about her merry day collecting flowers but Mintflower couldn't help but wonder why she was collecting so many. She herself had a thing for collecting, mostly seashells and cool rocks because flowers always dried up. So what was Petalfuzz's need for so many? Alas, curiosity finally got the better of the small she-cat and she made her way over. "Hey Petalfuzz," She greeted, wanting to slap herself for the obvious curiosity laced in her voice, "Whatcha doing with all of those flowers?"

Re: Cattail Pond

@WinterRabbit5350
After an arc of silver flashed in the edges of her vision, informing her that Whitepaw had succeeded in catching a fish, at least once, Splashleap turned her attention fully to the pond in front of her. Little ripples from bubbles emerging a bit to the side drew her attention, and when the fish surfaced she was ready for it. Flashing out a paw and dipping downwards, she drew the fish onto the bank before biting the back of it's neck, spine, wherever you bit the fish, to kill it.

Deciding that three fish was probably enough, and it was about time they headed back anyway. I think we should head back now. she called across to Whitepaw, before picking up her prey and beginning to pad back towards camp. She had to receive the reports from the other patrols of course, so getting back quickly was fairly important she thought. Hopefully everyone wouldn't be waiting on her.