RiverClan Territory

[Vesper]

Originally Posted by Derp Katz

"I love you, Dragonspirit...", Cloverpounce purred, licking the warrior's cheek.

"I you to CloverPounce" he said. The tom saw a dark shadow in the reeds and quickly unsheathed his claws. "I'll right back" he whispered. He padded over and got pinned down by a small ginger cat. "I need your help" she said.
"What?"
"I left my clan andi need to join this one DragonSpirit." PineLarch said.
"How can I help you PineLarch. My clan will never take you in!" He snapped. "If I could, I would help you and the kits. . but I can't. I have another mate now. We broke the warrior code, I love CloverPounce now PineLarch." he said. He felt claws rake across his cheek and saw her nose to nose with him, eyes Blazing with anger "You said you loved me!" She hissed.
"I don't love you anymore!" He snapped. His eyes glowed like fire. He saw fear in the she's eyes. He was about to say sorry but then something came out. "Leave! We don't want as fox-heart around here to spy on us!" He hissed digging his claws I t other soil. He pushed her off and raked her side. She hissed in fury
. "I'll have my e, just like my mother did!"she Snarled. She gave him a swipe and a bite then ran off. He licked his fur clean and padded back over to his mate. " Sorry, it was a ShadowClan fox-heart

[Tundra]

@coldheart

Goldenleaf dashed out of the tunnel and into the territory. "Where should we go?" She purred. "The river maybe?"

[coldheart]

whitescar followed up behind goldenleaf. " umm sure whatever you want". he ran up side by side with goldenleaf. she was quite a impressive cat so he was surprised she was actually been nice to him unlike the rest of the clan.

[Phoenix Flames]

Originally Posted by Jay-Jay

"I you to CloverPounce" he said. The tom saw a dark shadow in the reeds and quickly unsheathed his claws. "I'll right back" he whispered. He padded over and got pinned down by a small ginger cat. "I need your help" she said.
"What?"
"I left my clan andi need to join this one DragonSpirit." PineLarch said.
"How can I help you PineLarch. My clan will never take you in!" He snapped. "If I could, I would help you and the kits. . but I can't. I have another mate now. We broke the warrior code, I love CloverPounce now PineLarch." he said. He felt claws rake across his cheek and saw her nose to nose with him, eyes Blazing with anger "You said you loved me!" She hissed.
"I don't love you anymore!" He snapped. His eyes glowed like fire. He saw fear in the she's eyes. He was about to say sorry but then something came out. "Leave! We don't want as fox-heart around here to spy on us!" He hissed digging his claws I t other soil. He pushed her off and raked her side. She hissed in fury
. "I'll have my e, just like my mother did!"she Snarled. She gave him a swipe and a bite then ran off. He licked his fur clean and padded back over to his mate. " Sorry, it was a ShadowClan fox-heart

Cloverpounce nodded. "What should we do now?", she asked. The light gray she-cat licked her paws and then drew them over her ears.

[oats]

@wolybro !!
Morning.
Dawn broke, and gossamer ribbons of light draped themselves across the dewy patches of grass in the small glen of willow trees. Although it was early- quite early at that, Honeycomb found themself restless near-immediately after waking up. What was a better way to burn off some energy, compared to a walk? The plump enby did not care for an answer; this would do. A delicate spring breeze stirred a few curls of their pelt, but they walked onwards, the thick scent of lavender clouding their senses.
It was.. pretty, they supposed, the way that the early morning light bathed the territory in a curtain of.. glory, perhaps. Was this what Starclan looked like? They didn't know in the slightest, but it was nice to think that this was what awaited them. Stopping for a moment, Honeycomb turned their head downwards, seeing a particularly nice-looking bunch of white blooms; they smelled alright, and the feline was sure that they could not hurt anyone. That would... defeat the point of what they were doing. Lightly nipping the base of the plant's stem, Honey severed the connection between the plant and its roots, picking it up gingerly. Was the she-cat they were looking for nearby? It didn't seem like it, and they sighed ever so lightly.
Wolfdancer. The name had a ring to it that Honeycomb just couldn't seem to hear enough of, the prefix connoting one of the things about their friend that they loved so: the wolf- strong, caring, and at times independent. Sighing again, the splotched white cat decided to keep moving further away from camp. Thinking about Wolfdancer was a thing better done alone, they guessed. Anyway. She was just. So beautiful, those thick tresses of brown fur looking more inviting than, say, even the call of the Stars themselves. Honeycomb didn't like to admit it, but they did take more pleasure from helping their best friend to groom herself than was considered very.. normal, but still. If they didn't live in Riverclan, (or were a tom, actually,) they would definitely ask her to.. be with them. "What a shame," they whispered, finally settling down in their spot. Honeycomb sat at the edge of a thin cluster of trees, the sun warming them. Love was a fickle thing, indeed.

[graves]

Originally Posted by pupy

@wolybro !!
Morning.
Dawn broke, and gossamer ribbons of light draped themselves across the dewy patches of grass in the small glen of willow trees. Although it was early- quite early at that, Honeycomb found themself restless near-immediately after waking up. What was a better way to burn off some energy, compared to a walk? The plump enby did not care for an answer; this would do. A delicate spring breeze stirred a few curls of their pelt, but they walked onwards, the thick scent of lavender clouding their senses.
It was.. pretty, they supposed, the way that the early morning light bathed the territory in a curtain of.. glory, perhaps. Was this what Starclan looked like? They didn't know in the slightest, but it was nice to think that this was what awaited them. Stopping for a moment, Honeycomb turned their head downwards, seeing a particularly nice-looking bunch of white blooms; they smelled alright, and the feline was sure that they could not hurt anyone. That would... defeat the point of what they were doing. Lightly nipping the base of the plant's stem, Honey severed the connection between the plant and its roots, picking it up gingerly. Was the she-cat they were looking for nearby? It didn't seem like it, and they sighed ever so lightly.
Wolfdancer. The name had a ring to it that Honeycomb just couldn't seem to hear enough of, the prefix connoting one of the things about their friend that they loved so: the wolf- strong, caring, and at times independent. Sighing again, the splotched white cat decided to keep moving further away from camp. Thinking about Wolfdancer was a thing better done alone, they guessed. Anyway. She was just. So beautiful, those thick tresses of brown fur looking more inviting than, say, even the call of the Stars themselves. Honeycomb didn't like to admit it, but they did take more pleasure from helping their best friend to groom herself than was considered very.. normal, but still. If they didn't live in Riverclan, (or were a tom, actually,) they would definitely ask her to.. be with them. "What a shame," they whispered, finally settling down in their spot. Honeycomb sat at the edge of a thin cluster of trees, the sun warming them. Love was a fickle thing, indeed.

Tired. The large molly hadn't been able to get much sleep that night, golden eyes lidded from the exhaustion in her body. She physically felt tired but her head was ablaze with thoughts, spinning and running through her mind on what she would say to them. It was early dawn, the pink pastel sky reflected off of her thick grey tabby pelt as she walked under the trees, the sound of water running from a near by river. It was calming,despite how she felt on the inside. Smalls breaths she let out,creating a fog around her face as she kept her paws moving,wandering. She wanted to clear her head,even if that meant do it at early hours when no cat was awake and having no sleep the night prior. But she wanted to sort it out. Her mood had been saddened already,waking up with no warmth next to her that was oh so familiar.
Honeycomb.
The name felt so sweet, and she couldn't get enough of the cat who owned that identity. It felt foreign to wake up without the enby next to them,seeing as how they basically shared a nest at this point, Wolfdancer would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the presence of the other cat a little too much. Which is a main reason on why in the first place she wasn't able to sleep the night prior. She couldn't pin point when these feelings had flared up, but she knew it must've been awhile ago, seeing as whenever they were apart her heart ached a little, when their part of the nest was empty when she woke she felt lonely, or how she purred at even the thought of them - wait, was she purring now?
Her large ears twitched at the sound of a faint voice, and the intoxicating scent of flowers. How far out was she from camp? How long had she been walking? But she could identify that voice anywhere,it felt like music to her ears at times(all the time), and was frankly surprised to see the enby out so early,"Honeycomb?"

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf picked up her pace. "Bet you can't beat me!" She mewed before darting away. I wonder how fast he is!

[coldheart]

Whitescar purred then bounced off the ground and raced past goldenleaf running as fast as he could. He slowed down and turned around to wait for goldenleaf. " come on your going as slow as a badger". For one of the first times he mrrowed with laughter.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf let out a purr of amusement. "As slow as a badger?" She echoed. "I'm faster than a badger! Watch, I'll show you!" Goldenleaf dug her claws into the ground and sprinted ahead. The wind flattened her fur. She saw the river up ahead. Yes! The river!

[coldheart]

Whitescar impressed by goldenleafs speed, he started a slow run to where he saw the she cat staring down. " The river's high today." He took a last look at the clear water and dived in the slow moving current.