RiverClan Clearing

[Cobra]

Copperpaw hacked some more, than straightened up. Yes, something was wrong. Obviously. "Mmm," he meowed as way of reply. "The memories.. hurt. They drown me."

// @Rainquail

[Estelle]

Originally Posted by Shadeleaf

Lotusheart felt a feeling of guilt. She'd made it so awkward! She wondered why her friend was even talking to her since she clearly made him uncomfortable with her sobbing! Memories of her argument with Lionstorm returned. Was she really annoying cats with her problems? She appreciated the fact that Gingerfrost had made an effort and his words did make sense
She had Badgerpaw to think of.
"Thanks. I-I'll try my best with my apprentices!" she mewed, trying to sound confident.

The tom never minded her crying, nor her telling him her problems, he was just not always sure how to deal with them. Yet Gingerfrost nodded at Lotusheart's words, the memories of a faint smile flashing in his mind "we can live for those who we've lost" he finally meowed, finishing. If he had been anyone else, he likely would've flinched at the use of the word "we" - it felt as if he were saying he can do that too. And he was doing exactly that, but he didn't want to admit it. But it had already been said, and he figured Lotusheart might not think anything of it anyway.
"how is Badgerpaw's training?" after a few moments of silence he asked that, first question that came to mind though probably also to distract himself from his own thoughts.

[Bread]

Duckbounce walked and sat.

// open!!

[Shade.]

Originally Posted by Estelle

The tom never minded her crying, nor her telling him her problems, he was just not always sure how to deal with them. Yet Gingerfrost nodded at Lotusheart's words, the memories of a faint smile flashing in his mind "we can live for those who we've lost" he finally meowed, finishing. If he had been anyone else, he likely would've flinched at the use of the word "we" - it felt as if he were saying he can do that too. And he was doing exactly that, but he didn't want to admit it. But it had already been said, and he figured Lotusheart might not think anything of it anyway.
"how is Badgerpaw's training?" after a few moments of silence he asked that, first question that came to mind though probably also to distract himself from his own thoughts.

Lotusheart could recognize the small displays of genuine emotion in her friend by now. Whatever he had just said, it mattered to him. And she knew how many loved ones he had lost. Lotusheart herself never knew her parents and didn't have to go through the loss of them. Nor had she had siblings. Though she couldn't relate, she understood.
"We haven't really gotten to much training. And with the training me and others have given her, she's pretty much ready for an assessment with a few holes to fill." she explained.

[panchiko]

// @Corruptx

it was a pretty good day... save for the fact that dayheart was literally freezing. well, maybe not in a totally literal sense, but he was pretty cold. why did the weather have to be so mean sometimes? then again, sometimes the weather was nice and warm out, so dayheart wouldn't let himself complain. what he would let himself do was find a way to stop feeling so cold. hrmm... maybe he could sleep. if he was asleep, he wouldn't feel the cold, because he was asleep. dayheart wasn't tired, though, so he wasn't sure if that would work. hhh. this was requiring much think. he was not good at Think. aaa.

maybeeee he could ask someone else to do the think for him. like... hauntpaw! plus, being around other cats sometimes maybe helped ease the cold -- or at least, distract from it. right? taking a gander around the clearing, his green eyes scouted for his apprentice's familiar form, and his expression brightened as he found hauntpaw. bounding over, he greeted her with a cheery "hey!!"

"howwwww does one get warm? am cold. :("

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Blizzardsky spotted a she-cat out in the clearing, frankly since so many she-cats had rejected him. He’d begun to attempt to develop a relationship with every she-cat even remotely around his age, she gave her a big grin as he plopped down next to her,” Hey Heronfight, how’s your day going?” he meowed. He’d learned just going up and asking she-cats to be his mate didn’t work, but maybe starting out friendly and leaving hints would work.

Heronflight heard her name get called. Did everyone know her name now? Apparently so, but that didn't stop her. The molly turned to the tom, unknowing what he was going to do. She gave him a friendly smile, her lower eye looking at the ground. "Hey uh. Sorry I don't know your name.", she admitted. She was a few weeks new still(well sorta). "Other wise my day's been slow.", Heronflight admitted.

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by Zesty Mango

Frankly Blizzardsky was becoming a bit concerned someone had gotten a lot of blood on Flyfur,” Yeah. She adopted me...she adopted Petuniapaw too...but Petuniapaw disappeared a few moons ago, so did Curlpaw...haven’t seen them since I was an apprentice.” he meowed,” why?” he asked more confused and concerned than anything.

Flyfur sighed sadly and gave Blizzardsky an empathetic look.
"Sugarapple is dead. She was killed by a ShadowClanner who crossed the border....."
She nodded to where she had set her body.
"I couldn't bear to bury her alone."

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by Cobra

Copperpaw hacked some more, than straightened up. Yes, something was wrong. Obviously. "Mmm," he meowed as way of reply. "The memories.. hurt. They drown me."

// @Rainquail

Cricketflight's paws shuffled nervously as he looked at Copperpaw.
"Would you like to talk about it? Or would you like to be distracted?"
It was the least he could do. He had never been there for them in the past. It was time that he was.

[BEAR.]

Lionstorm had been restless once more, unable to sleep in his makeshift nest at the edge of the clearing. Shadows taunted him in his mind, playing on the edges of his vision as he paced along the camp's perimeter. He was tired but alert, flickering gaze repeatedly scanning his surroundings until they fell upon Larkstripe's familiar form.

"Larkstripe," he chirped a greeting as he slowed his pace to a near stop, rubbing his paws along the ground to keep some form of movement going. He knew he was fantastic, that was nothing new - but he quirked his brow as the other warrior led into the subject of his curiosity. ".. Duskrunner?"

That was a name Lionstorm hadn't cared to hear again. Nothing good accompanied it. "Were you not here during that meeting, or the Gathering following his behavior?" In hindsight, Lionstorm couldn't recall who all attended - blurred faces of the past, but.. Before Lionstorm went into it, he was wondering himself. "Why do you want to know about that flea-bag? He's not someone I'd expect questions about."

[BEAR.]

!!!

Lionstorm hadn't been expecting the little stink-bug to sneak up on him and jumped in surprise at the cracked attempt of his name. With his pelt puffed up, he whirled on his friend and didn't hesitate to pounce at him, planning to topple him over if he landed. "FAWWWWWWN!"

There was no hiding the excitement in his squeaky mrow, drinking in the pine-esque scent of his buddy. It felt like ages since they last talked - he missed him quite a bit! "I got youuuu, Fawwwn!"