Floodsight ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 28 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
She'd been doing quite well... Settled back into the clans for a moon now, yet the nightmares still haunt her nightly. It felt like every once in a while, the coyotes were back to chase her down in her own dreams. The snap of their jaws and their shrilled cries haunts her rest, and leaves her exhausted every time she wakes up.
And tonight was no different. The silver warrior tossed and turned, trying her best to outrun the monsters in her dreams. She suddenly shot awake. Sweating. Panicked. Eyes darting around, just to realize she's back in RiverClan.
Hick came here to bug his mentor for training, that is the sole reason he entered the den. So you can imagine how startled it made him when he suddenly gets rammed into. He was carefully stepping over the still-sleeping warriors to get to Woodpelt's nest when one suddenly jolted up- knocking the wind out of the young apprentice as he stumbled back. Oww. He blinks away the water pricking his vision, shaking his head. Oww. The blue and white tom's eyes focus on the molly that had shot awake. She seems a bit... alarmed? What was it, a bad dream or somethin'? He doesn't know, and honestly doesn't really want to find out. He sucks at the whole comforting thing, it's not really how he rolls. Clay would definitely scold him for leaving her there though, and he can't have his sister somehow finding out about this incident. She would yap his ear off. That would be sooooo annoying- which isn't super uncharacteristic for her, but he'd still rather avoid it. So he tentatively sits down next to the older cat, awkwardly patting her back with his curly tail.
"Ahem, are you -uh- are you okay ma'am?" He queries, looking away to hide how lost he is in this situation.
He wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to talk to him, he's not the best emotional support.
Moonpelt
Riverclan Warrior ☙ 20 moons ☙ She/Her "I watch the moon..let it run my mood..can’t stop thinking of you."
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Moonpelt stepped into the warriors' den. Her eyes practically closed as she flopped into the nearest nest. Was it hers? She thought so but it didn't matter because as soon as she laid her muzzle on her paws, she was fast asleep.
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Hick came here to bug his mentor for training, that is the sole reason he entered the den. So you can imagine how startled it made him when he suddenly gets rammed into. He was carefully stepping over the still-sleeping warriors to get to Woodpelt's nest when one suddenly jolted up- knocking the wind out of the young apprentice as he stumbled back. Oww. He blinks away the water pricking his vision, shaking his head. Oww. The blue and white tom's eyes focus on the molly that had shot awake. She seems a bit... alarmed? What was it, a bad dream or somethin'? He doesn't know, and honestly doesn't really want to find out. He sucks at the whole comforting thing, it's not really how he rolls. Clay would definitely scold him for leaving her there though, and he can't have his sister somehow finding out about this incident. She would yap his ear off. That would be sooooo annoying- which isn't super uncharacteristic for her, but he'd still rather avoid it. So he tentatively sits down next to the older cat, awkwardly patting her back with his curly tail.
"Ahem, are you -uh- are you okay ma'am?" He queries, looking away to hide how lost he is in this situation.
He wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to talk to him, he's not the best emotional support.
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 28 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
She coughed a little, almost gasping for air, as she realized where we was. RiverClan... the warrior's den. She'd home, she's home, she's home. So what's there to be scared about? After the initial fright of her nightmares, she's come to realize she'd bump into another cat. Oh...a kit?
Floodsight took a closer look at the little one. It was one of the apprentices that was made last meeting. Hickorypaw. Was it? The silver warrior cleared her throat and rushed towards the apprentice. "My bad. Are you alright, dear?"
"Not hurt, are you?" Floodsight voice filled with worry, sniffing around and checking for possible injuries. "I'm alright, little one. Just a nightmare..."
Nightmare. Constant ones that seems to grip onto her ever since she'd returned. But it's not something she should be talking further about, not to a fresh apprentice. The silver warrior tried her best to settle her fear, before turning to the little one.
"Say, what're you doing here in the warrior's den?" Floodsight asked softly, yet surprised.
Cloverpatch stomped into the warriors den and sighed, sitting down in her nest. She needed to make up with Woodpelt, but she didn't want to argue right now.
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╰⪼ addergnaw.
“a calico tom with copper eyes and a large scar across his flank.”
trans ftm┆ he/him ┆ rc warrior ┆ 35 moons
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Simple silence can be an overwhelming thing, even if it isn't really silent. Even if the voices of the Clanmates you refuse try and strike up a conversation with slice through your thoughts like sharpened claws, even when you try and drown them out. But all is well, or so Addergnaw obsessively convinces himself.
Maybe actual silence would be better than this...
What a shocker, huh? The oh-so-mighty Addergnaw can't focus? What was he trying to focus on in the first place, he didn't know. His thoughts. He was tired. He was...kind of lonely. Maybe, Addergnaw, if you got up off your lazy, fluffy butt and actually tried to talk to someone for once!
Yes, all is well. He was just hoping to talk to someone, but StarClan knows he's an awkward shell of his outgoing younger self now.
Should I even be wanting to talk to somebody right now? Addergnaw asked himself. Of course he was terrible at interacting with others–it was a skill he hadn't bothered to practice. The practice he did have was mediocre at best.
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⸝⸝ oysterheart ⸝⸝
an unusually tall and lanky, lean, grey-bodied tom with
a black head and black tail, paired with piercing blue eyes.
trans ftm ༝ 29 moons ༝ he/him prns
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Oysterheart was never the best at making friends. but nevertheless, he always tried. What's disappointment without failure? He just had to keep trying to befriend someone. It'd just be one day they'd finally just stop and listen to him ramble about anything. Making friends was easy if you didn't look like him. He was often told by the kits that he looked creepy. His mother used to tell him that the looks he received from warriors as a kit would eventually stop as they get used to how he looked. They never did, but it was a nice thought to render when he ever catches someone staring.
He glances around the den after peeking his way through, doing this awkward crawl-like walk to enter the hollowed tree, not wanting the lichen to catch on his fur. He stretches as he enters, his forelegs pointing outward and his tail waving idly behind him. He walks forward, tail tip flicking frequently as he catches the eye of a calico tom deep in thought. He's extremely nervous to approach him, wary of the fact that he might be flustered or frightened at the sight of him. His blue eyes are a very stark contrast to the complete black fur around his face, which makes staring at another very visible...
Oysterheart shakes his head. He was meant to try to make a friend today, just as he'd tried for the day before and the day before that. He was determined to make a friend, as nervous as he was to do it. "Hello?" His voice is quiet, low. Oysterheart makes sure his voice is smooth- he doesn't want to make his voice waver when talking. He thinks that it makes him seem meek or, worse, timid. He was not timid! Just very.... yeah, he was timid. Who was he kidding? He was terrified of other cats! But how was he meant to push through this fear without having a friend there to help him out? His thought process was weird, but it made sense to himself.
His head hung, as did his tail, dragging on the dry peat. His fur drooped and curled around his face, hanging as if the strands were just as nervous as he himself was. He approaches the dry, scentless nest next to him, glancing up at the other tom nervously. He curls his paws inward, his lips drawn to a tight line as he fights the urge to just get up and flee from the den, embarrassed at his lack of social skills. "Are you okay?" Oysterheart questions, invisible eyebrows creasing in concern. He sure hoped that his potential friend was okay. He seemed to only dwell in his mind, festering on the thoughts that appeared.
"Um... I'm Oysterheart. What's your name?" He cursed at himself in his head. He sounds like a mouse, scared and backed into a corner. "I hope I don't freak you out. I look weird, I know." Oysterheart comments, gazing to the side, his tail coming to curl around himself, trying not to trip anyone along the long limb, splayed out carelessly. He didn't know what to say next, so he just kept silent. He looked around, suddenly self-conscious, eyeing the other warriors that glanced at him and talked, some settling down in their nests without a care of who's nest it was, stumbling upon it in their tiredness. He turns his head back to the calico.
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