Quailwing settled into a loaf position, her round face betraying her contentment. She tucked her short legs underneath her as she supervised her litter — four little bundles of chaos and joy — tumbling about in play.
Drizzlekit squeaked as her brother, Troutkit, leaped on her little tail. Meanwhile, Mottledkit was inspecting a multicolored pebble, batting it back and forth between his little brown and white paws. Quailwing purred ... until she realized her fourth kit wasn't with his siblings.
The queen's panic was shortlived as she saw Creekkit toddling into the warrior's den. For such a small kitten, he sure was lively! And Quailwing was grateful for that; she had been so worried he wouldn't make it long past birth.
Settling again, the grey queen enjoyed the sunlight and the semi-peace she had acquired through letting her litter out to play.
Hollytail existed. Snowyfeather existed. Snowfall and Minksplash are still trying to figure out quantum mechanics. Check back with them later. Featherkit . . . Featherkit is just being Featherkit.
Wrenpaw
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8 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
...yeah, no, this was boring. With a groan of annoyance, Wrenpaw sits up from where she had been sunbathing, frustration prickling her grey pelt because she was trying to have a nice afternoon where she just relaxed but, apparently, that wasn't working. A shame, really. Well, if she wasn't able to lounge around, she could at least socialize a bit. With a yawn and a stretch, Wrenpaw begins looking for some cats to harass- ahem, to talk to.
Not far from camp's entrance, she spots Fallenwish and Springburst, the Lionheart and warrior didn't exactly look like they were talking to each other, but they were at least close enough that it wouldn't be strange to address both of them at the same time. Besides, she had some questions and maybe she could get the warriors to spill.
"Yo," Wrenpaw starts, voice cool and calm, expression blank, "I've got some questions that maybe you two can answer." She betrays nothing of her frustration on her face, but the tip of her tail twitches up and down restlessly.
She may be sitting next to someone else but she sure wasn't up to talking to them at the moment. The newly made warrior had just chosen to sit here for the moment, with no intentions of starting a conversation. Today she was choosing to relax and think of anything she could do which might include going out of camp. Eyes closed as she sat in what she hoped would be silence letting her fur soak in the sun before she heard someone approaching her and the other next to her. Springburst gave a flick of her one good ear before she opened her eyes, her good eye turning to look towards the young apprentice. "What kind of questions do you got?" she wondered what the other seemed so bothered by if she went by their body language.
[I'm assuming this takes place before Springburst's ceremony, so I can change that if u want ]
Fallenwish had been watching bugs and clouds, completely unaware of Springpaw sitting anywhere close to her. Any time a bug got close to her, she backed up a bit. They couldn't kill her, and she knew. She just didn't like them. They were like lizards, except tiny, and it looked like their bones were on the outside of them.
The weather was nice, which was why she wasn't in the warriors den. Although, she was also thinking of ways she could be a warrior with the leg thing. She could think clearer when she wasn't in a humid, dim den. She didn't want to be interrupted, which was the only downside.
She watched as an apprentice approached her, and apparently springpaw. "What sorts of questions?" She asked.
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Wrenpaw
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8 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
"About ThunderClan." Wrenpaw says simply after she'd gotten the attention of both warriors. Wren had been very... one track minded as of late. Most of what she cared about and wanted to talk about always circled back around to the dumb squirrels and how RiverClan could put them in their place. She very much wanted a part in that. "You're a Lionheart, Springburst, and Fallenwish, you're a warrior - surely you'd both be told more than I am," she exaggerates her voice so that, instead of dripping with contempt, her words sound sincere and like she truly believes the two warriors are above her. She doesn't really believe that, though - but maybe she could butter them up some so they'd be more willing to share. "Anyway, when are we striking back? Can I be on the patrol to find their camp?" No one had confirmed anything, but Wrenpaw speaks with the assumption that there's already going to be a counter attack and that she's wanted for it.
~He/him`Bisexual`AMAB``Cause we can stay at home and watch the sunset, but I can't help from asking- are you bored yet?``~
Treeheart stretched, wandering along the border of the camp, several times he cracked his neck and flicked his tail into the opening of the dens. Bored. He was so bored. SO BOREDDDDDDD. He secretly wished someone would "bother" him. Or just say hi, or ANYTHINGG! He sighed and sat down, tail roughing up dust and pushing it into the air.
(OPEN) [May result in future mate]
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Snowstripe wandered what to do today maybe perhaps intertain the kits or apprentices of the clan. {Open rp}
Drizzlekit bundled over and smacked right into Snowstripe's leg. The little kit, about 2 or 3 moons old, squeaked and wobbled back, rubbing her little nose with a grey paw.
Behind the she-kit, a brown and white tom-kit ran up. He scrambled to a halt, crouched, and wiggled, his little face scrunched up as he prepared to pounce. As the little tom, Troutkit, leaped with his short legs, Drizzlekit decided to use Snowstripe as her shield, hiding behind her legs.
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Blue tabby tom with white splotches and blue and amber heterochromia.
He/They
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Sloerush blinked, surprised at the offer the warrior had given him.
"O-oh- uhm- of-of course..! I-I'd love that..." He murmured, his eyes darting around frantically, afraid to meet Seabreeze's eyes. Was Seabreeze judging him right now? Were other warriors watching them? Did they think he was weird? His mind rushed to find the answers to the questions that came quicker than a raging river. They shook their head, and let out a breath in an attempt to calm themselves down. He then quickly glanced at Seabreeze, flashing the warrior a shy smile. "Yeah, yeah. I'd like that.."
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Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Warrior | Moons: 16 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
Seabreeze gave the feline a nod before walking towards the freshkill pile, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that Sloerush was following. As he went, his steps started to slow as Seabreeze started to think through more than necessary about what was happening. Was the other cat waiting for Seabreeze to start some small talk? Should Seabreeze talk or should he just wait for Slowrush to start first....too many questions. Though the other seemed to be similarly lost so Seabreeze wasn't too worried about it, just a regular and totally healthy amount of worry. Eventually, as blue eyes found themselves peering over the fresh kill pile, Seabreeze opened his mouth to mew out to the other warrior, "What is your favorite? I'll try to find some." The sandy grey-blue tom tried to smile reassuringly to the other tom and waited for their response.
Using a bi-colored paw, Seabreeze picked through the pile, stomach pinging him again with a painful reminder of his hunger. Ah-ha! There was a fish of decent sharing size right there but he didn't reach out to it. Depending on Sloerush's response, is whether or not Seabreeze will get his delightful fish or not. Though in the end he didn't really didn't mind what he got as long as he got something soon. Oh man, this was already kind of awkward wasn't it, hopefully Sloerush doesn't have high standards for his company because Seabreeze wasn't sure he could live up to them. The warrior kept the sigh building in his chest to himself and looked up with brilliant blue eyes to Sloerush, waiting for the other's response.
Drizzlekit bundled over and smacked right into Snowstripe's leg. The little kit, about 2 or 3 moons old, squeaked and wobbled back, rubbing her little nose with a grey paw.
Behind the she-kit, a brown and white tom-kit ran up. He scrambled to a halt, crouched, and wiggled, his little face scrunched up as he prepared to pounce. As the little tom, Troutkit, leaped with his short legs, Drizzlekit decided to use Snowstripe as her shield, hiding behind her legs.
Snowstripe looked as the one kit bounced into her running from the other kit. She smiled at the one with the gray paw "Its okay Drizzlekit i got you your safe."
She played into the game that the two kits were playing and felt Troutkit pounce her leg as well and she pured she was happy to be entertaining the kits.
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