RiverClan Clearing - Page 2353

**lesbianism** · #**23521** December 10th, 2023, 06:26 PM

♡ r i p p l e p e l t
she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian
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Ripplepelt's whiskers twitched mischievously. "Not yet you aren't. But I've figured out your secret - by the time the moon rises, you'll be slinking off to the elders den to sleep!" she teased. "That must be how you stay so beautiful - you're secretly a young warrior during the daylight hours."

Ripplepelt shifted comfortably as Swanbreeze began to groom her, returning the favour. "Leaf-bare's only beginning," she mewed between licks. "I'm sure your coat will get the message soon enough."

Soon enough, Ripplepelt began to rumble in contentment.
"This is nice," she mewed, lapping between Swanbreeze's ears. She'd been so busy with her duties lately, helping out with apprentice training and patrols, and while she greatly enjoyed her time with Adderpaw, it was nice to have a calmer sort of company as well.

**jaguar !! ^^** · #**23522** December 10th, 2023, 07:22 PM

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¹⁰⁸ ᵐᵒᵒⁿˢ ; ˢʰᵉ⁻ᶜᵃᵗ ; ˡᵉˢᵇⁱᵃⁿ
a white she-cat with very pale gray stripes and pale cerulean eyes.
very sleek and lean figure.

swanbreeze purred rhythmically, allowing ripplepelt's tongue to run between her ears. she hadn't realized how tired she really was until she fully relaxed; what had made her this sleepy? ripplepelt, probably. it was this oddly hypnotic thing about the she-cat that swan couldn't quite pinpoint. ``hm.`` she hummed, letting out a small chuckle at ripplepelt's comment. ``i suppose i'll see you in there, then,`` she joked teasingly, leaning closer into ripplepelt's warmth.

``you're old yourself. 'm surprised you've not appeared next to a few elders yet, joints all ache-y and paw pads more cracked then a toad rubbed in sand.`` she teased, placing her chin onto ripplepelt's spine, humming something that had been stuck in her mind for a few days. her eyes drifting to a contented close, she hadn't yet fallen asleep; just merely relaxing. paws tucked under herself, she entwined her tail with ripplepelt's- a small gesture that they had done ever since they got to know each other.

**taillow** · #**23523** December 10th, 2023, 07:28 PM

Wingkit
He/him | 5 moons | No purrks

Something had been up when he hadn't noticed Honeykit come into the nursery. Pristy was here, and from where he sat slumped at the entrance, dull gaze out into the clearing, Wingkit felt numb. He watched as Honeykit stayed beside their dad, as the day passed them both by. "Why isn't he coming to the nursery?" he grumbled, unable to fight the yawn that parted his jaws as he lay beside his friend. He knew soon that Aunt Larkstar would be back to take the body away, so maybe he had time for a small nap before that happened.

...Or maybe he didn't. Upon opening his eyes after having them shut for, well, Wing wasn't sure for how long, he groggily looked up. Dad's body was gone, which was the first startled thing. But Honeykit... he was nowhere to be found. "Honeys?" he called as he stood up and glanced behind him. No, there were no kits behind him in the nursery. Confused he poked Pristinekit. "I'll be right backs. I can't find Honeys." With that he set out into camp, looking this way and that. A quick run through of the camp told him his brother wasn't in the big cat's den, or trainee's den, or the place where they were told stories or dad's old den or Aunt Larkstar's den or -

"HONEYKIT?" came the cry as Wingkit fought to keep his voice stern despite the cracks in which terror showed through. All throughout camp there were warriors lounging about. Some didn't seemed concerned about a missing kit, others seemed stuck in their grief. Spotting a nearby warrior, Wingkit ran up with narrowed eyes. "YOU! Hey! Where's my brother? Where's Honeykit??" His chest was heaving as he glowered up at the cat. He didn't... well, he didn't know their name, but surely they could help right?? "He was just outs here, and I took a naps, and-and-" Where was his brother???

[ OPEN to a riverclan warrior! wing took a nap while his brother escaped, so apologies to the warrior who gets to intercept this madman originally i was going to have wing notice his brother in the clearing and come out, but i thought i had 24 hours to type up the post when i don't anymore also mentioning @Rose since he poked Pristy, but no need to respond to this! ]

**redshiftreign** · #**23524** December 10th, 2023, 08:03 PM

you can break a shovel when you break new ground.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow

[ @birdie [wingkit]]

the funeral party came and went, and like the coldblooded coward he was, rushwater had stayed behind. cold. cruel. apathetic. those three words drove through his skull like a hammer and nail, and god what a headache it was. his halfbrother lie dead in the dirt somewhere by now and he hadn't even spared him a glance. hadn't even sat vigil or cleaned his fur- there had been no familial love between the two (dominantly due to rushwater's distance). rushwater felt. . . and it made him feel like a monster for thinking it . . . nothing.

apathetic. he slunk out of the warriors den with enouement once he collected himself and the noise had died away. calm and reserved were the two adjectives most perfectly fitting him; like puzzle pieces that neatly slotted into place. manufactured. rushwater found himself standing in the clearing with an unfamiliar stillness, his emotions a mixed stew of regret, calm, anger, apathy, and longing for a connection he had all out rejected.

what was with him and his selfish urge to push everyone away?

that was when a small kit bumbled over screaming something and seeming like they were about to explode with fear or rage or what have you- (admittedly, rushwater was as good with kits as he was with climbing tress. that was to say not at all).

"honeykit," he repeated, sorting through his mind to collect anything he knew. recognition reflected in his indigo eyes as he stared down at wingkit. ah. falcon's spawn.

his nephews. that's what they were. it sent a feeling akin to pain or anxiety through him.

rushwater shook any familial ties from his mind (now was no time to get sentimental, there was work to do and supposedly a kit to find).

"i think honeykit went with the funeral party. don't worry, kid, there's more than half of the clan's warriors out in the territory right now to burry falconfeather. honeykit will get brought home just fine, more likely than not."

and if the party came back without the kit in tow? rushwater would go hunt the little scamp down himself.

**taillow** · #**23525** December 10th, 2023, 08:17 PM

Wingkit
He/him | 5 moons | No purrks

His head was tilted all the way to the side as Wingkit listened to this big cat explain how his brother had probably gone with the burial party. Why had he done that? Head righting itself and nose wrinkling up at the answer, the little caliby tom stomped a paw on the soil, but he couldn't really be... mad with the cat in front of him. "I'm nots a 'kid'," he bit back with a tiny (definitely kid-like) hiss and narrowed eyes - which soon drifted towards the entrance. Hopefully the burial party would be back any second and with them, his brother.

Looking back to the warrior once more Wing studied him with narrowed eyes, wondering if he was telling him the truth. He didn't seem to be lying, and there were a lot of cats out of camp making it less busy. "...Well, listen heres mister," he snapped with an indignant huff and a tilt of his chin. He took a small paw and proceeded to lift and poke it as hard as he could against the tom's chest. "If he doesn't come backs with them, you better gets your paws ready. You're coming with me to finds him."

Just like that, after another stare, Wingkit turned and trotted closer towards the entrance. He wouldn't leave, no. He was so close to becoming a 'paw that he didn't want to jeopardize that. But he would plop his baby butt down and wait for the burial party to come back.

[ @redshiftreign ]

**lesbianism** · #**23526** December 10th, 2023, 08:21 PM

♡ r i p p l e p e l t
she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian
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Ripplepelt purred in amusement. "We might be getting on in moons, but I'm sure we've both got many moons more as a warrior before we retire," she mewed.

There were still many things she wanted to do, and she wasn't that achey - though the leaf-bare chill certainly didn't help. She wanted to see Adderpaw receive her warrior name, and perhaps even become a lionheart; to see Larkstar grow into her role as leader; to train one last apprentice; maybe even to get a mate, help raise a litter - though she wouldn't want to have a litter herself!

"Maybe next leaf-fall, if I'm ready," she mewed, relaxed. It wouldn't be so bad to retire then, the oranges and reds of the leaves wishing her farewell. Many moons away, but not so far that she'd be ancient. She would retire with grace.

**redshiftreign** · #**23527** December 10th, 2023, 08:31 PM

you can break a shovel when you break new ground.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow

[ @birdie [wingkit]]

the tiny little thing poked a paw to his chest, and rushwater lifted his own to, gently as he could, return the favor. "don't gotta poke me, i get the point captain." if the little rat didn't want to be called kid, captain would do just fine, seeing as he wanted to dish out orders anyway.

rushwater could see him becoming a rather fine addition to the clan.

"already planned on it. if honeykit doesn't show up, you and me will go investigate and find 'em. you'll get to play sleuth for a day." that was not going to happen. he was not takin' a literal baby with him, but the kid- sorry, captain -didn't need to know that.

he kept his eye on the kit as he scampered towards the entrance, keeping a close tail on him. the least he could do was make sure this kid didn't have to wait alone.
without his father.
dead father.

rushwater had to close his eyes to push away the budding headache. where had he heard that before?

today sucked, and more than ever he felt like a petulant child himself. the inner turmoil was a real pain to deal with, and keeping up his calm exterior was even more difficult when he wanted to retreat to the warriors den and bury himself for a whole moon untill he forgot about family and kin and legacies. rushwater lived in no one's shadow.

**jaguar !! ^^** · #**23528** December 10th, 2023, 08:45 PM

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╰┈➤ ˢʷᵃⁿᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ
¹⁰⁸ ᵐᵒᵒⁿˢ ; ˢʰᵉ⁻ᶜᵃᵗ ; ˡᵉˢᵇⁱᵃⁿ
a white she-cat with very pale gray stripes and pale cerulean eyes.
very sleek and lean figure.

swanbreeze purred, cuddling into ripplepelt affectionately. once more lapping at ripplepelt's fur, she let out a small trill, nipping at places teasingly. giggling, she stood and stretched, nudging at ripplepelt's neck gently. ``c'mon,`` she urged, tail swaying gently. ``i have a little thing i wanna show you,``

nudging ripplepelt persistently, she playfully batted at ripplepelt's face, wanting her to hurry up. `` gosh, you might as well become one now at how slow your moving!`` she said with a playfully impatient tone, her tail flicking onto ripplepelt's flank. ``your so slow!`` she giggled.

**chickadee** · #**23529** December 10th, 2023, 10:46 PM

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Originally Posted by _Eclipse_

Bonekit was sitting in camp. he was still feeling down but Pepperkit had given him new hope at least, Hearing- he needed to work on that, it would take a while before his apprentice ceremony- Larkstar was going through a lot-. he started to pace around camp, while he was walking he got a little to deep in thought and ended up bumping into someone. he fell back, this was not the first time he had bumped into somone "s-sorry" he said.

@chickadee

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Tulipkit was watching a frog intently, she had perfected her hunting crouch and was going to spring. If she was going to be the greastest warrior in the world it meant she would have to be the greatest hunter in the world too, which meant she had to practice as much as possible while she’s stuck in camp as a kit.

She was just about to pounce when some clumsy kit bumped into her and scared away her prey! She turned around to complain to te kit. “Hey! You scared my frog away! I was gonna catch that!!” She whined.

**Minku** · #**23530** December 10th, 2023, 10:47 PM

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◢◤ Magpiekit - He/Him - AMAB ◢◤
Active Purrks: none

Magpiekit's hazel eyes turned watery as Orchidkit slapped his paws away, a saddened frown making it's way onto his face. "B-but...Magpie.....just-..wanted....snail shell.." his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying, which isn't really wrong at all considering magpie was extremely sad about it. Shiny things equals interesting...He wanted the snail shell....just the snail shell.....one...? He held the paw that was slapped with his other paw, posture low as all the excitement he had already flew out of him quicker than....something. The young kit backed up a bit from the trinkets. Magpiekit's saddened gaze didn't look at anything but the ground since he didn't want to look at anything else. Everything he sees seems so blurry now...for some reason....but...but then when Magpiekit blinks it's still blurry but not so blurry...still blurry though. Really, it would only take a little for Magpiekit to fully erupt at this point. His ears perked just a tad bit as he heard one of the older cats ask him is he was okay. His eyes actually looked up at the older cat for just a few moments. "n-no...." he silently replied, as his eyes quickly went away from the older cat, this time he was mainly looking at the snail shell alongside a wanting to reach for the snail shell in his head though frightened to do so. Shiny shiny snail shell. Orchid mean...very very mean...Orchidkit...no kind friend...Orchidkit...not Magpie's friend....???? Magpie wanted the snail shell.

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