[wren]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

@Celestial

Ever since Wolfclaw had been accepted into this so-called clan of cats, part of him wondered if this place was any better than the alleys that he came from. He shook his head, giving a small huff of amusement at this as he stepped out of the warrior’s den and into the warm sunlight of the late morning. Various cats speckled the spacious clearing, a mixed group of different colors and sizes from tiny, rambunctious kittens to firm, tall warriors were present as the large Maine Coon walked through the area and over to the fresh-kill pile, his light green eyes flickering around at any cat that he passed by, some even returning the look of suspicion and weariness. It was no surprise that some were nervous of his presence, knowing that he was far from a purebred clan-cat, he had been raised in the streets, having to fight for his meals and keep one eye open practically when he slept. These haunting thoughts of his past did not dwell in his mind, however, as the brown-furred warrior drew to a halt in front of the pile of prey. He leaned down and picked up a plump shrew in his jaws as he stood back up and turned away, finding a more isolated spot on the edge of the camp in a cooling shaded patch underneath a tree, whose leaves gently swayed in the breeze that brushed through the camp now and then. He laid down, his stomach resting on the cold, loose dirt as the limp carcass of the shrew landed between his paws. He wasted no time to dig into his meal, wasting no meat that was on its bones. His ear gave a twitch now and then to the mixed chatter that went through the clearing, but none of it caught his sincere interest in the slightest.

A dark shape seemed to melt into the shadows of the camp, weaving in and out of complete visibility quickly. There was an irregular jerk to the stride of the cat, the seemingly faultless stride distracted by a jagged limp. It was dogblood. A massive Tom with even larger teeth, fitted and formed much like a canines.mgiving him the irregular name. His was a large brown Tom with heavy shoulders and burning Amber eyes. Massive puffs of fur dotting all his sides and adorning his chest with a magnificent crown of lighter brown fur. He half expected to go unchallenged as to why he had entered camp empty pawed but he had been itching for action. His plan was merely fitting into his timeline and it couldn't be taking long enough. Just as the Tom was about to step sideways into the warriros den a slight shuffle caught his eyes and a spike of adrenaline caught his blood. The small instinct to attack when something moved was still fresh on the street cats system. Being around so many cats and not defending himself felt strange and was hard to handle at times, causing him to often withdraw from the group of wild cats to isolate his mind. He than flciked back into reality to find himself staring across the clearing at a well sized tom. Young, fresh, strong. The Tom flexed his claws eagerly. He had been looking for someone worthy to spin into his web. He looked like the type to be excited by his plans, perhaps a worthy companion. With a slight twitch of the tail dogblood slyly slunk across the clearing his head low and his expression relaxed into a calm, Arogant, smile. He needn't know the toms name. He would rather spit out a question and see if they were quick to respond, know they could keep their calm when approched by such a figure of himself. He was brooding enough as it was. As he approched the Tom he was quickly thinking of things he could possibly say, somthing intimidating, scary, tough, yet nothing came to mind. "You!" he snapped suddnely. He wasn't sure what that was or what he could possibly say next but at least it was a start.

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Tumblestep purred under Daisyshade's affectionate licks. He felt his heart race in a mix of nervousness and excitement, but overall happiness flooded his entire body. Alongside his mate, he sunk down on his haunches and curled his rat-like tail at his side. His tail-tip twitched automatically, a unique quirk of his he had developed over the moons. When Daisyshade laid on her side, Tumblestep found himself instinctively lowering his head to meet hers, his back curling as he lowered his upper body. During the entire ordeal his loving purrs did not falter.


As Daisyshade spoke, Tumblestep began the process of sharing tongues. He drowned her ears in cautious licks, his eyes closed in a content manner as an equally content purr rumbled deep in his throat. Unlike his mate who would rather sleep through the mornings, Tumblestep didn't much mind waking up early. He'd also willingly stay up late, hunting beside his reliable mate deep into the night. He had a rather rocky sleeping pattern, due to his mental conditions of severe anxiety and depression, but he was capable of handling it well after moons of adjustment.


He paused from washing Daisyshade's ears when she brought up their future. Honestly, Tumblestep didn't know what they had to look forward to. He was... afraid - especially now that he was currently in an extremely comfortable position. He opened his eyes, looking down at his mate through a cloud of confusion. ``Wh-what do you mean?`` His voice was high-pitched with nervousness. Though Tumblestep expected what was next - the topic of kits - he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a father yet.


He swallowed when Daisyshade looked up at him, pressing her nose to his cheek. Immediately, he felt his nerves fade away to a dull, almost unnoticeable ache. And he smiled softly, suddenly certain of what he wanted. Tumblestep's green eyes sparkled lovingly, and he leaned down further to press his cheek against her own, nuzzling her affectionately. ``Sweetheart, I'd give everything to start a family with you.``

[ I'm very busy, so it's going to be very short.
Also writers block and... Uh multiple other things
That will make this post suck so much ]

A pure rumbled in the mollys throat. She was certainly a lucky she cat. Most she cats where out of the gates looking for a muscular Tom who was so sure of himself that he could be a one cat clan and still be throwing threats at everyone. Daisyshade shivered at the thought, she had known a cat like that, thrushpaw. Poor cat ended up drowning before he was ready to be a warrior. The horrified screeches echoed in her mind. The pale she cat bent to lick her paw to dismiss the horrid noises from her head. I have other things to be dwelling on.

She looked back up at tumblestep and leaned into his side, she found comfort in the crook of his side and let her head nestle agaisnt his shoulder. No matter what he thought about kits it hadn't really mattered to her, what could she do? Force him into being a father, surely she would chase him off with such rash behaviour. Yet she didn't mind an occasional push now and than. Just to edge him towards it of course. Nothing to forceful.

Daisyshades ears perked at his wavery voice, she ahd scared him about thinking about it already. How could she? He had been so nice and she had come running out of the gates so eager to rush things. To give her a moment she bent to take a bite from the meal he had brought than turned to look back at him. "You don't have to worry about it. We don't even have to talk about it now" she commented calmly nudging the prey towards him with her ginger paw. He hadn't yet taken a bite. He must be hungry?

A heavy blush set over the she cats cheeks and now she was finding it hard to figure out words to respond. "Your going to be a great father... " no, I should've said something else. Wouldn't have kits wih anyone else? Mousedung. she purred again than rolled onto her back facing him with half of her face in the lush grass and her legs up in the air. She felt the energy return to her and the playfulness of a kit inside her. He just made her feel so childish. And maybe that was a good thing.

Originally Posted by ✨Blue Wishes✨

Goldeneye had finally returned to the Riverclan clearing, except, now he was Goldenstar. It was a weird feeling. He was leader now. He had Halfgaze as his deputy, and he was leader. He felt like he would have a few more moons until this happened, if it even had happened at all. However, Halestar had just kind of...left. It was a shock to him, and it hsd probably been a shock to the rest of the clan. That unnerved him slightly now, as he didn’t feel prepared in any way for this. However, now he sort of was prepared for this, even if he didn’t feel like he was. He was confusing himself now. Looking around the clearing for someone he knew, he saw Tem-Tallwisker. He wasn’t used to the other tom’s new name yet. He assumed eventually he would forget about it, but for now he was stuck the way he was. Padding over to the other tom, he pretty much took his time, unsure of what to do. Golden took his time however, taking in everything around him first, soon he would be gone from Riverclan territory, and back in Shadowclan, however, he didn’t know when everything would be the way it had been before the flood. He actually didn’t know if the camp would ever be the same. Either way, he was looking forward to just being back in his own territory, where he actually knew everything around him, instead of basically being in the dark. Finally getting over to Tallwisker, Golden kind of kept his distance, as there was still a bit of anxiety eating him.

[ Going to be short.. So sorry. I'm stocked up on roleplay and I need some sleep. Let's not even get started on writers block ]

Tallwhisker finally pulled himself together and swiped a paw across his face removing the tears. He couldn't imagine the she cats who ahd to give up their own kits to the father or even vice versa. He couldn't even begin to comprehend how much echoskip would resent giving them up for any reason. Tallwhisker licked his paw and tasting the salty tears in his paw. He couldn't believe he was crying. Embrassed the Tom gently began to groom his forepaws and chest until while cleaning off his left arm he noticed goldenstar enter camp. The Tom released a sigh, the life of the Tom had moved so quickly and left him behind. Perhaps to get his mind of his growing offspring he could talk to... His frenemey? Frenemies... Is that what we are. The large Tom rose up onto his paws than sauntered over towards the Shadowclan leader. A slight smile on his maw. "Goldenstar..." he addressed calmly. He had stopped a few fox lengths behind him and stood expectantly.