Pepper Bounce was more then just relieved as they finally made it back to camp and lowered his head, explaining that they thought it would be fun to go out onto the ice would be horrible and pepper wasn’t looking forward to the scolding he’d assume would happen, although GoldFish seemed rather perky about it! He was a little surprised she wasn’t eager to get treated to right away, if anything Pepper Bounce was going to take her straight to the medicine den no questions asked expecting her to be all for it. But he understood the hesitation anyway.’I suppose we can stay here well you rest for a moment, the walk back must’ve really knocked you out with all the leaning on me and wincing from the pain you did.’ Pepper jokes as he sat down giving himself a moment to rest as well.
Seeing the mocking pleasing look, Pepper Bounce rolled his eyes as GoldFish slid down, and he glanced around. Hopefully some other cat would do the persuading here and he wouldn’t have to drag out some long argument. ‘We should go see the medicine cat the moment you’ve rested agian. We’re both sore here and my flank and paws are hurting like crazy! ’ pepper curled his tail around himself as he shifted.
(Also the doodles looked awesome!!)
+GOLDFISH+
"Ye who slays the day tends to slave away"
(Aw, ty!)
Goldfish was shivering as a gust of wind shot through her pelt. She shifted so her weight so she was curled up with her head peeping over Pepperbounce's back so she could see his face and her hind legs were shifted around his tail. She felt Pepper's breathing slow as he relaxed. She didn't relax, though. She wanted to warn the clan very badly. They probably knew not to go on the ice. Oh, well. Goldfish squirmed in anxiety. Great- now that she wasn't hypothermic, her cursed insomnia returned. Pepperbounce, though, seemed relatively patient with her shifting. Wait, no. He was half-asleep. Gold purred. He was a character. Goldfish stayed still until she was certain he was sleeping. Then, she sat up, and went to grab a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. She hoped Tansypaw would treat her soon. Her leg and shoulders were screaming in agony- not to mention she was pretty sure she had frostbite on her injured leg's paw pad. Cats stared with alarm, sympathy, curiosity, or anxiety as she passed them. Whatever- she had two friends. What more could she want?
But as much as she hated it, Goldfish saw how cats disliked her attitude and personality- it hurt, and she hated it. Her mood crushed completely, she settled a little ways away from Pepperbounce and began shredding her mouse, ripping it apart with her jaws and crushing bones. Even food angered her. She usually was light-hearted, but this was too much. Goldfish slashed her claws into the ground, hissing. It didn't help, though. Nothing could bring her spirits up again right now. Feeling really down, Goldfish swallowed her mouse quickly and curled up into a ball. She wanted a hole to swallow her up- Starclan, she was in pain! Emotionally and physically suffering at one time? Life at that moment was... the definition of crap (That's a no-brainer). She felt so confused by Pepperbounce's look, Shellwhisker's apparent absence, and by the fact literally nobody volunteered to help her.
Wait.
Waaaiiiit.
Did nobody like her and Pepperbounce enough to help them?
No. The clan she was born and raised in wasn't like that... was it? Goldfish buried her nose in her paws to warm it up. She fell into a light, wary sleep.
Adderpaw
Determined, Loyal, Lawful Good
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
Adderpaw walked through the clearing. Then she spotted two cats that looked like they had pulled themselves single handedly out of the dark forest. What was going on with those two. She stared at them for an uncomfortable long time before she realized she was staring at them. Somehow she felt.... Unwanted. Well they could figure it out, the med cat den was right there.
Fawnkit bounced into the kit burrow, her steps light and energetic. She looked around for someone to talk to, mewing excitedly.
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Adderpaw
Determined, Loyal, Lawful Good
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
Youch! Adderpaw had to quickly regain her composure so that she wouldn't drop the poor kit. If the kit fell poorly, even from this high, they would have to give her all of the toys if she did. Or they would have to make a trip to the medicine cat's den and give her all the toys. Adderpaw wanted to say some choice words about the scratching but bit her tongue instead. Thankfully Ripplepelt had better words to give than she would have.
With the promise of her saying sorry, Adderpaw put down the kit. She then licked her own paw and wiped her muzzle. Thankfully the scratch wasn't going to be a big deal. "Alright, time to apologize"
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Hopefully she'd gotten enough of the scent of that loner off of her fur... if anyone asks she can just say there was a lost kittypet she escorted away... and then she'd probably get scolded by Nightspart for sneaking out of camp by herself and without the guard she promised him she'd keep, but surely he understood how suffocating it felt to have your every minute monitored and watched over? Whatever, she could handle getting an earful from the Lionheart.
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Hopefully she'd gotten enough of the scent of that loner off of her fur... if anyone asks she can just say there was a lost kittypet she escorted away... and then she'd probably get scolded by Nightspart for sneaking out of camp by herself and without the guard she promised him she'd keep, but surely he understood how suffocating it felt to have your every minute monitored and watched over? Whatever, she could handle getting an earful from the Lionheart.
Icestrike shuffles his paws, his tail stiff and bristled. He hesitantly walks up to Larkstar and nods his head respectfully.
“Excuse me, miss?” He asks, his warm and cracked voice has a hint of hesitance. “I have some… difficult news to share. I assume you don’t know about what happened to Fogkit?”
The nervous ball of white fluff comes to his mind and he cringes. Poor lad…
Icestrike shuffles his paws, his tail stiff and bristled. He hesitantly walks up to Larkstar and nods his head respectfully.
“Excuse me, miss?” He asks, his warm and cracked voice has a hint of hesitance. “I have some… difficult news to share. I assume you don’t know about what happened to Fogkit?”
The nervous ball of white fluff comes to his mind and he cringes. Poor lad…
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
"Fogkit?" She asks, casting a brief glance around the clearing to see if the kit was around at all. Spotting no sign of him, she returns her gaze to the elder, brows laced together in concern. "No, I'm afraid I was out of camp, what happened, is Fogkit ok?"
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
"Fogkit?" She asks, casting a brief glance around the clearing to see if the kit was around at all. Spotting no sign of him, she returns her gaze to the elder, brows laced together in concern. "No, I'm afraid I was out of camp, what happened, is Fogkit ok?"
❅ ┅Icestrike┅
┇riverclan elder┇male he/him ┇tags;
Rats. Icestrike takes a deep breath. “Well, while Fogkit was playing in the clearing, one moment he was there, and the next he was gone in a flash of brown feathers. I believe a bird of prey took him right from the clearing. It was so quick…” he pauses to swallow a lump in his throat. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if only a few noticed.”
Icestrike tries to hold his breath, but has to let it out in a hacking cough. His icey eyes are glued to the ground beneath his paws, his head bowed, as if in mourning.
“I humbly request you send a patrol to look for him. If for anything, to let an old cat’s concious to rest easy.”
Rats. Icestrike takes a deep breath. “Well, while Fogkit was playing in the clearing, one moment he was there, and the next he was gone in a flash of brown feathers. I believe a bird of prey took him right from the clearing. It was so quick…” he pauses to swallow a lump in his throat. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if only a few noticed.”
Icestrike tries to hold his breath, but has to let it out in a hacking cough. His icey eyes are glued to the ground beneath his paws, his head bowed, as if in mourning.
“I humbly request you send a patrol to look for him. If for anything, to let an old cat’s concious to rest easy.”
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
A chasm opens up in the pit of her stomach as Icestrike tells her about what had happened. A bird? Right in the middle of camp... and it just... whisked him away. Her expression hardens when he asks she send out a patrol to look for him as if she'd have done anything else. Of course she wanted to look for him. Of course she had to look for him. Briskly, she nods to the elder before glancing around the clearing, looking for the most reliable cats there - or at least the cats she saw first that looked like they needed something to do.
"Fishpaw, Rushwater, Adderpaw, Cloudheart!" She calls to the four, tail swishing behind her urgently, "come on, the five of us are heading out into the territory to look for Fogkit. He was grabbed by a large bird so he could be anywhere - the faster we get moving the better our chances." She didn't mention that their chances of finding him alive at all were even lower than their chances of finding him dropped and dead somewhere. But she wouldn't think about that.
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
A chasm opens up in the pit of her stomach as Icestrike tells her about what had happened. A bird? Right in the middle of camp... and it just... whisked him away. Her expression hardens when he asks she send out a patrol to look for him as if she'd have done anything else. Of course she wanted to look for him. Of course she had to look for him. Briskly, she nods to the elder before glancing around the clearing, looking for the most reliable cats there - or at least the cats she saw first that looked like they needed something to do.
"Fishpaw, Rushwater, Adderpaw!" She calls to the three, tail swishing behind her urgently, "come on, the four of us are heading out into the territory to look for Fogkit. He was grabbed by a large bird so he could be anywhere - the faster we get moving the better our chances." She didn't mention that their chances of finding him alive at all were even lower than their chances of finding him dropped and dead somewhere. But she wouldn't think about that.
Adderpaw
Determined, Loyal, Lawful Good
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
Always eager to please Larkstar, Adderpaw quickly ran over when she heard that she was needed. Soon she found out why and grew a serious look on her face. A large bird? And it being so bold to come down right in camp? This was insane! If they could, they should kill the bird before it makes another attempt. "Right! Let's get going as soon as possible!" Adderpaw said looking determined to find poor Fogkit.
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