RiverClan Clearing

[duckie]

Originally Posted by Raine

Fierceheart
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Fierceheart was EXTREMELY bored. She yowled to the clan, "HEY EVERYONE, DOES ANYONE WANNA HUNT?" fierceheart was aware that that sounded extremely kit-like and silly but she. didn't. care. However, if y9u asked her about it later, she would deny the fact that she ever said such a thing.

A bit upset when no one answered, the warrior boredly poked at leaves and other stuff of the ground. "HELLO?" She yelled agian, half expecting for a cat to shush her, but that would have been alright. She was making quite a bit of noise- eh, didn't matter too much.

If anyone cared that she was being loud, they would tell her- hopefully not yelling because Fierceheart was... um.... well... she's definitely not sensitive... nope, It was something else! Alright fine maybe fierceheart was a little sensitive.

~open for 1/2 cats to bother her, scold her for being loud, 9r hunt with her.~

FRECKLECRY
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Frecklecry's ears instinctively flattened against her head as Fierceheart's caterwauling rang out across the clearing. It certainly wasn't the most pleasant of noises - a grown warrior screeching for the attention of her clanmates - but Frecklecry didn't particularly care. The day was off to a boring start and they were willing to forgive the auditory intrusion if it meant she had something to do. So, climbing to her paws with a stretch, they padded over to Fierceheart and offered a smile.

"Hello!" she piped up, "Hunting, you said? I'll go, if that's alright with you."

[ I checked around for a reply to this but haven't seen one so I hope this is okay! ]

[Captain]

❄ Snowleap (he/them) ❄ [ @poppy. ]

➢ If the longhair oriental was able to turn back time, he would’ve changed the type of cat he turned out to be. He hated not being able to protect his clan without crying like an absolute baby, but Snowleap could never stop the waterworks when they started. The Riverclan shield could still recall whenever his mother would look at him when he was upset as a kitten and said “please don’t freak out like you always do” with an irritated sigh following. Little stuff like that stuck with the tall dark-furred tomcat, so whenever he cried, there was that immediate paranoia of other cats thinking Snowleap was downright pathetic. Birdpaw, of course, noticed whenever the first tear slipped and went into comfort-mode (though she was already there). They could feel her small paws kneading into his long, bushy fur, making him smile and wipe his face with one paw. As they both stood up, Birdpaw kept extremely close to his side. It made the tall long-furred shield feel truly cared about.

When he offered to go clean himself up in the river, the bloody tomcat’s eyes widened slightly as she immediately declined and placed her paw on his own. Oh, right. Snowleap listened to Birdpaw’s pleading words, not wanting to lose him like she lost Kestrelstar. How could he forget that? “Of course, we can stay right here in camp.” He meowed, nodding gently to the young molly, “I’m not going anywhere, Birdpaw, I promise.” As depressed as Snowleap was at times, he had never once thought about disappearing on his loved ones here in Riverclan. Lynxfall, Shadepaw, Raccoonear, and of course, Birdpaw. These cats were his family and he wanted to take care of all of them. After he said that, she removed her paw from his and blinked up at him, asking if she should fetch Snakeheart. “No, he doesn’t need to be bugged about this,” Snowleap said quietly, holding still as she wiped more blood from his face, “Snakeheart has enough to deal with it right now, so I don’t think we should disturb him.” After seeing the spitfire medicine cat break down at Kestrelstar’s death, the Riverclan shield did not want to bother him at all if he could help it - the poor healer needed time to heal his own broken heart right now. “Let’s head to our spot,” He meowed, ushering the young shecat along as the two of them settled down in the quiet shaded spot off to the side in the Riverclan camp clearing.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Rockfall

@Slushie
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A moment to herself, thats truly all she wanted. No Littlerose dragging her all across the territory to "bond". No sobbing cats wailing pathetically near her nest for hours and hours over their lost leader. No. Noise.

She had found a half eaten fish in the fresh kill pile. Big enough to fill her up, but not too big where she would have to share. Perfect. Settling down in a shaded area of the clearing, Batpaw felt as if she could finally relax.

Her fur immediately bristled at Littlestag's unwelcoming prodding, followed by headache inducing questions. Does this annoying energy run in their family? She thought with an exasperated sigh. "If I say no will you run off to annoy someone else?" Slanted greenish yellow eyes glared up at the warrior from her place on the ground, hoping he would take the hint and never speak to her again.

>Littlestag<

Oopsies. Looked like he'd already ticked her off. Oh well, that's what he wanted, right? A grin parted his lips and he reached out to prod her again. "Nnn-ope," he said, popping the 'p'. "Sorry. Ain't on my bucket list. Y'still haven't given me an answer, Batty."

He raised a forepaw to bat lightly at her ears. Nothing aggressive, merely playful. Maybe he could get a reaction out of her. That'd be funny.

[echosunn]

Foxtooth took a deep breath in as he soaked in the spring air, stretching his legs as he left the warrior's den. The wind gently cooled his fur. It was a beautiful day in the camp and he looked around to watch the clan slowly begin to awaken and bustle with activity.

[duckie]

FRECKLECRY
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"Lazy lumps laying - no, languishing. Lazy lumps languishing on their lonesome, lamenting the lack of lark."

Frecklecry lay on her back towards the outskirts of the clearing, waving her paws at the sky as she spoke, stringing words together and rolling them over in her mouth to taste how they felt. Although such a display from the molly wasn't an uncommon occurrence, it didn't make much sense to anyone but herself and those who bothered to work up the courage to ask.

"Mountainous masses, moronic but mild, moaning and miserable." she continued with her exercises, not sparing a moment to care about any odd glances shot her way and failing to notice the tom in particular she might be disturbing, occupying a space nearby.

[ @Starfall apologies for shortness, brain is mushy ]

[Clock Dragonshifter]

~Wisteria'pool~
The small she-cat sat fluffed up

~Vine'watcher~
The scarred she-cat sat looking menacing

[taillow]

Otterfluff
Despite the sand that still clung to the spaces between his toes, Otterfluff trotted back into camp light on his paws. His tail swung low across the clearing ground as he moved towards the fresh-kill pile. Still clamped in his jaws was the sizable crab. There weren't many on the prey-pile - in fact, none at all - but hopefully there was some cat in RiverClan who would appreciate it.

With a duck of his head the fluffy brown tom deposited his catch onto the pile and gave his chest fur a few quick licks to settle it down. Camp life seemed docile, though a few of his Clanmates occupied the expansive space. One of his ears perked up as he caught the excited mewlings only the nursery could provide. Lips turned up on a smile he cast his gaze over towards the entrance. Maybe later he would check in on the queens and their young to see if anything was needed. Deemed an apprentice duty by most, Otterfluff actually quite enjoyed seeing the little faces smiling back up at him, always eager to learn a move or hear about tales from beyond camp walls.

For now though, he padded over to an open spot near a tiny puddle in camp. Using it to rid his paws of the sand grains, Otterfluff let a sigh escape his lips. Life was moving on as normal it seemed, and hopefully with the scent of newleaf hanging around RiverClan would continue to thrive. After a beat or two and a shake of his paws the tom settled into a laying position, tucking his paws underneath him and settling his tail to his side as heavy lids slid closed over his gaze.

[ closed! i just felt like doing a little mini solo otterfluff roleplay ]

[starry]

Finchbreeze, Flintstrike and Mistypaw groomed their pelts.

[sol.]

Originally Posted by echosunn

Foxtooth took a deep breath in as he soaked in the spring air, stretching his legs as he left the warrior's den. The wind gently cooled his fur. It was a beautiful day in the camp and he looked around to watch the clan slowly begin to awaken and bustle with activity.

Lilycreek sat on a small rock, swishing her tail back and forth. The placid she-cat was in a bad mood, the sun beating down on her only making it worse.

[echosunn]

Originally Posted by lonely.lilyx

Lilycreek sat on a small rock, swishing her tail back and forth. The placid she-cat was in a bad mood, the sun beating down on her only making it worse.

"Whats the matter, Lilycreek?" Foxtooth padded up to her, "Not enjoying the beautiful weather?"