The flood level had yet to reduce sufficiently, leaving ShadowClan still entrapped within RiverClan's hospitality. Peachfuzz hated it. It was a well-known fact ShadowClan would have fared better had they relocated away from the other Clans and returned when it was safe to do so. With Halestar's last minute decision, she was placing the Clan in Russetstar's filthy paws. StarClan sent the flood to cleanse the Clan of the gays and the attention-seekers, not hand it over to one of them.
By now, Peachfuzz was certain Halestar's time as leader was running out. She was never fit to be a leader because of her biological sex, and it was evidence in her choices. The Clan needed a strong leader that could take charge and ensure ShadowClan's prosperity. They needed Goldenstar. StarClan would bless ShadowClan with him soon. What choice did They have?
Slinking across the wet forest floor after the scent of a mouse, he could see the small grey-brown rodent scuttling by a tree root. The critter stopped suddenly, scratching at the ground in its search for food. Peachfuzz took this opportunity to lunge, outstretch paws enclosing around his quarry and pinning it. A sharp bite to the neck ended its alarmed squeaks.
Peachfuzz straightened up, the mouse clamped firmly between his jaws as he turned back in the direction of the camp. Tinyfuzz would like the freshly caught piece of prey, and he was eager to return to her side. He did not like her being alone long, especially around the tainted RiverClan cats.
He took a step toward the way he had come, freezing at the sound of a distant yowl. What in StarClan's Name is that? It sounded distraught, and faintly reminded the warrior of a young cat in trouble. Did an apprentice get himself in a bind?
Curiously, the tom started in the direction of where the yowl had come. The scent of mouse and mud was fading away, bringing instead the smell of ShadowClan. Beneath that.. was that a kit? The scent was faintly milky, and reminded the tom of the nursery.
"Hello?" Peachfuzz called as he approached the area where the scent seemed to be originating. "Who-" His voice cut off when his gaze landed on the form of Jadekit, and it dropped to a growl. "What are you doing out here, she-kit?"
Jadekit had been circling as to not leave anything out of her sight while she waiting for some other cat, every sound around startled her even more but she tried to keep it together by telling herself that the sounds could be made by her rescuer. She was about to yowl for help again when she scented the familiar smell of a Shadowclan small and a large cat that she believed she had seen around the camp before.
Joy filled her when she saw the tom, thinking of him as her rescuer. She started to move towards him until she heard the growl in his voice and stopped in her tracks. It was then, without fear messing with her thoughts, that she remembered that kits were not allowed outside of the camp and she was going to get in trouble. Her tail dropped to the ground and she lowered her head, looking up to the Shadowclan warrior feeling much smaller now. "I..." She couldn't think of some excuse to tell the other. Should she tell him about Applekit, or should she say it was her idea alone? She didn't want to get her friend in trouble but she herself didn't want to be in trouble either. There was no point in lying, as she was terrible at it, so with a deep breath, she continued to explain. "My friend Applekit, he said we could have fun out here, I was only following him but... he ran off and I don't know where he is." Her voice was tiny and she realized that the true story sounded like a lie, how was she to prove another kit had been with her? Let alone leading her.
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Scoffing Stormpelt looked at him like he lost his brains. "I don't judge cats Aspen.", stormpelt said sternly. She never judge anyone until she knew the real them. It was something she learned a long the way when growing up. "With the darkest secrets you have you are the same person even when others look down at you.", She said finally. Turning around she bagan walking her tail flicked slightly right behind her.
{Casually forgets what Aspen looks like...}
The Golden spotted tom paused for a moment. Hardly noticing the she-cat's departing. Her words stung deeply in him, like something had just been unlocked. There was something about this cat that didn't make him feel bad,
but still. Aspen had a deep hole in his heart. He opened his mouth, moving in front of her once more. "Wait!" He mewed, head and heart rushing. "Meet me here tomorrow!" Aspen mewed. The rogue wasn't sure of what he was doing,
this wasn't like him. Usually he hated other cats, not giving their words a second thought. Stormpelt had that thing about her, something was different.
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{Casually forgets what Aspen looks like...}
The Golden spotted tom paused for a moment. Hardly noticing the she-cat's departing. Her words stung deeply in him, like something had just been unlocked. There was something about this cat that didn't make him feel bad,
but still. Aspen had a deep hole in his heart. He opened his mouth, moving in front of her once more. "Wait!" He mewed, head and heart rushing. "Meet me here tomorrow!" Aspen mewed. The rogue wasn't sure of what he was doing,
this wasn't like him. Usually he hated other cats, not giving their words a second thought. Stormpelt had that thing about her, something was different.
Flicking her ear at the toms voice she slowly stopped in her tracks. glancing over her shoulder her yellow hue eyes shined in curiosity. blinking a small smirk formed on her lips before she started chuckling. "If you can find me that is.", the Molly said. Turning back around her tail swayed behind her as she started walking. It is about time she got back to camp anyway she didn't feel like finding something to eat. Sighing heavily her slow walk turned into a trot then she started running.
(I think Lucky/Nightpaw is going to be a bit useless at first. She'd as naive as all get out.)
Nightpaw looked around the clearing in silence, turning her whole body to view the immediate area. "Uh... I see trees... and a bush there," she added, pointing with her paw. Her ear torn ear flicked as she looked skyward, "Oh, and there's a bright red bird there in that tree!" she added. Sure enough, a cardinal was twittering high in the treetops. "Pretty," the little black she-cat chimed to herself as she continued to stare up at the bird.
Skunkbelly followed her gaze up to the bird. A cardinal... No use having her climb up and catch it... Skunkbelly got up and padded over to her. "Nightpaw, anything else? You can't just stare at a bird all day. We have to get around the territory, remember?" He sighed a little. Training a former kitty pet was harder than he imagined...
Skunkbelly followed her gaze up to the bird. A cardinal... No use having her climb up and catch it... Skunkbelly got up and padded over to her. "Nightpaw, anything else? You can't just stare at a bird all day. We have to get around the territory, remember?" He sighed a little. Training a former kitty pet was harder than he imagined...
Nightpaw snapped to attention and fixed her eyes on her mentor, "Oh yes! Sorry Skunkbelly!" she began to look around again, but couldn't imagine what her mentor was wanting her to see. "Uh... there's some leaves on the ground." She looked around some more. "Over there are some bushes..." she looked up at the black and white cat, hoping she'd said at least one thing right.
The crisp morning air held a light breeze and, with it, the familiar scent of RiverClan was blowing in the tom's direction. A young black and white tom headed through the territory, his ears twitching at every sound. Curiosity was obviously strong in his mind, and he was watching this and that along the way. Almost like he thought anything and everything could be a possible interest for that morning. Although, he was more or less here to hunt. With ShadowClan here it was harder, but at least they did try - whether they were very good at it or not. Gannetpaw didn't mind having the other Clan here that much, he was avoiding confrontations although the whispers of mouse-brained fish-breathed cats were hard to ignore.
Sometimes a sarcastic comment would slip past his maw, and then he would realize it wasn't the smartest thing to say. But Gannetpaw didn't apologize - unless, of course, the other cat looked as though they were going to start a longer argument. Something that could easily be avoided. His tail tip flicked once, twice, and then remained still as something in the bushes caught his attention. By now he was nearing the river, and he imagined there could be a water vole or something of the sort there - what a success that would be! He could really use the credit that he would get for making a catch now, and the Clan could use the food. Gannetpaw really wanted more credit but, of course, apprentices were never thought of as... what was it?
Real members.
For some reason, the two-toned tom believed that apprentices weren't thought of as very important, some were even looked upon as a nuisance. He supposed it all depended on the warrior you talked to. But, all in all, the tom would be much happier when he was a warrior. Approaching the bushes, his eyes slitted, ivory teeth lightly pressing against his lip in concentration as he approached. There was no more rustling. Maybe the vole had gotten away, or maybe it had just been the wind. Still, Gannetpaw had to try. Still being in training, his hunting skills left things to be desired, and that was the problem as he pounced on the spot. His paws splayed out around him in a ridiculous fashion, and the wind was knocked from his lungs with an ungraceful 'oof.' And there was where Gannetpaw stayed, frustrated with himself and partly too out of breath to try and get himself to his paws.
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The crisp morning air held a light breeze and, with it, the familiar scent of RiverClan was blowing in the tom's direction. A young black and white tom headed through the territory, his ears twitching at every sound. Curiosity was obviously strong in his mind, and he was watching this and that along the way. Almost like he thought anything and everything could be a possible interest for that morning. Although, he was more or less here to hunt. With ShadowClan here it was harder, but at least they did try - whether they were very good at it or not. Gannetpaw didn't mind having the other Clan here that much, he was avoiding confrontations although the whispers of mouse-brained fish-breathed cats were hard to ignore.
Sometimes a sarcastic comment would slip past his maw, and then he would realize it wasn't the smartest thing to say. But Gannetpaw didn't apologize - unless, of course, the other cat looked as though they were going to start a longer argument. Something that could easily be avoided. His tail tip flicked once, twice, and then remained still as something in the bushes caught his attention. By now he was nearing the river, and he imagined there could be a water vole or something of the sort there - what a success that would be! He could really use the credit that he would get for making a catch now, and the Clan could use the food. Gannetpaw really wanted more credit but, of course, apprentices were never thought of as... what was it?
Real members.
For some reason, the two-toned tom believed that apprentices weren't thought of as very important, some were even looked upon as a nuisance. He supposed it all depended on the warrior you talked to. But, all in all, the tom would be much happier when he was a warrior. Approaching the bushes, his eyes slitted, ivory teeth lightly pressing against his lip in concentration as he approached. There was no more rustling. Maybe the vole had gotten away, or maybe it had just been the wind. Still, Gannetpaw had to try. Still being in training, his hunting skills left things to be desired, and that was the problem as he pounced on the spot. His paws splayed out around him in a ridiculous fashion, and the wind was knocked from his lungs with an ungraceful 'oof.' And there was where Gannetpaw stayed, frustrated with himself and partly too out of breath to try and get himself to his paws.
"Whoa, what a leap!" Redpaw meowed, amused as she slipped out from the bushes with a particularly thin fish clamped between her jaws. Her sweet voice was muffled from the scaled thing in her mouth, though Redpaw had still managed to watch Gannetpaw's performance silently from the brush. Dropping the fish at the fellow apprentice's feet, she raised her muzzle with pride.
"Heh, I'm only joking - but look at the size of this carp! It's one of the few I could find in the riverbed, but somebody back at camp is bound to eat it, don't you think?" The calico apprentice's whiskers twitched, content with her catch, even if it appeared to be more bones than actual meat. "Sure, it's not as fat as the usual carp, but if ShadowClan's staying with us, they'll have to deal with it. Unless they want to starve, of course!"
Redpaw didn't even give time for Gannetpaw to respond, her tail twitching impatiently. She was getting tired of just idling about, doing the complete opposite of being useful to the Clan. Having to feed the mouths of double the amount of cats just made hunting trips that much more prioritized - even if the majority of ShadowClan turned their muzzles away the second a juicy carp was presented to them. "We 'ought to continue hunting though, hm?" Redpaw queried, her head tilting to the side. She nudged the skinny thing with a foreleg, frowning at it. "As proud as I am of this wonderful catch, I don't think anybody will be too happy if we just bring this back. Especially if I slip the news that I saw Gannetpaw take a tumble while he was trying to leap for a piece of prey." She purred, flicking the black and white tom's nose with the tip of her tail teasingly.
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"Whoa, what a leap!" Redpaw meowed, amused as she slipped out from the bushes with a particularly thin fish clamped between her jaws. Her sweet voice was muffled from the scaled thing in her mouth, though Redpaw had still managed to watch Gannetpaw's performance silently from the brush. Dropping the fish at the fellow apprentice's feet, she raised her muzzle with pride.
"Heh, I'm only joking - but look at the size of this carp! It's one of the few I could find in the riverbed, but somebody back at camp is bound to eat it, don't you think?" The calico apprentice's whiskers twitched, content with her catch, even if it appeared to be more bones than actual meat. "Sure, it's not as fat as the usual carp, but if ShadowClan's staying with us, they'll have to deal with it. Unless they want to starve, of course!"
Redpaw didn't even give time for Gannetpaw to respond, her tail twitching impatiently. She was getting tired of just idling about, doing the complete opposite of being useful to the Clan. Having to feed the mouths of double the amount of cats just made hunting trips that much more prioritized - even if the majority of ShadowClan turned their muzzles away the second a juicy carp was presented to them. "We 'ought to continue hunting though, hm?" Redpaw queried, her head tilting to the side. She nudged the skinny thing with a foreleg, frowning at it. "As proud as I am of this wonderful catch, I don't think anybody will be too happy if we just bring this back. Especially if I slip the news that I saw Gannetpaw take a tumble while he was trying to leap for a piece of prey." She purred, flicking the black and white tom's nose with the tip of her tail teasingly.
As another cat - Redpaw - emerged from the bushes, Gannetpaw scrambled to his paws with an air of someone who's been caught stealing. Although he soon regained a more... confident expression on his features. "Ha, you should have been glad to witness a leap like that. It's going down in Clan history." He retorted in a boastful tone, optics sparking with sarcastic pride. The tom glanced up and down the she cat, of course noting the carp that was in her maw. Moments later she had dropped it at his paws, and he gave it a quick look of acknowledgement. "Compared to the stuff I've been trying to catch, that's as good as anything." He snorted. And that was the truth, compared to the scrawny things that Gannetpaw had seen (and attempted to catch), Redpaw's carp was pretty good. Good enough, anyways.
The feline nodded at her remark about continuing hunting. That was probably the best thing to do, maybe he would find that water vole again. Or something else. Something better. The more reckless, and boastful aspects of his personality made him more competitive as well. But at the end of the day, they were all hunting for the same reason. To feed the Clan - scratch that, Clans. And their other major goal, staying alive while hunting. Hey, Gannetpaw had heard stories! Stories about cats disappearing, and - ugh, it was horrible to think about. Kidnapped by twolegs.
Killed by foxes. His eyes slitted and his sense of pride flared, making his fur bristle a little. By nature? Gannetpaw was quite kind, but of course matters of pride could cause him to become a little less so. His nose twitched as Redpaw flicked it with her tail. "Do that, Redpaw, and I'll tell everyone -" His voice cut off as he realized that he didn't actually have any leverage here. "Uhh... nevermind. But you get the point," He mewed with the slightest of purrs rumbling in his throat. A sarcastic comment came to mind, and Gannetpaw spent a minute making sure that it would sound appropriate for the situation before he actually let it slip past his maw.
He did not, after all, want to sound stupid. There was that minor anxiety that still remained within him. "Besides, if you come back talking about me, your parents are going to think you've got a little crush. A little boyfriend. Even though you and I know they would probably love that, wouldn't they?" The sarcasm became richer in Gannetpaw's voice and he shot the she cat a mischievious look.
I mentioned on my profile that I was starting over. A fresh start is best for me right now; I've created quite a few new characters, and they will all be on my site, but not all will be used in roleplay right away. it's likely I'll bring them in more gradually.
As another cat - Redpaw - emerged from the bushes, Gannetpaw scrambled to his paws with an air of someone who's been caught stealing. Although he soon regained a more... confident expression on his features. "Ha, you should have been glad to witness a leap like that. It's going down in Clan history." He retorted in a boastful tone, optics sparking with sarcastic pride. The tom glanced up and down the she cat, of course noting the carp that was in her maw. Moments later she had dropped it at his paws, and he gave it a quick look of acknowledgement. "Compared to the stuff I've been trying to catch, that's as good as anything." He snorted. And that was the truth, compared to the scrawny things that Gannetpaw had seen (and attempted to catch), Redpaw's carp was pretty good. Good enough, anyways.
The feline nodded at her remark about continuing hunting. That was probably the best thing to do, maybe he would find that water vole again. Or something else. Something better. The more reckless, and boastful aspects of his personality made him more competitive as well. But at the end of the day, they were all hunting for the same reason. To feed the Clan - scratch that, Clans. And their other major goal, staying alive while hunting. Hey, Gannetpaw had heard stories! Stories about cats disappearing, and - ugh, it was horrible to think about. Kidnapped by twolegs.
Killed by foxes. His eyes slitted and his sense of pride flared, making his fur bristle a little. By nature? Gannetpaw was quite kind, but of course matters of pride could cause him to become a little less so. His nose twitched as Redpaw flicked it with her tail. "Do that, Redpaw, and I'll tell everyone -" His voice cut off as he realized that he didn't actually have any leverage here. "Uhh... nevermind. But you get the point," He mewed with the slightest of purrs rumbling in his throat. A sarcastic comment came to mind, and Gannetpaw spent a minute making sure that it would sound appropriate for the situation before he actually let it slip past his maw.
He did not, after all, want to sound stupid. There was that minor anxiety that still remained within him. "Besides, if you come back talking about me, your parents are going to think you've got a little crush. A little boyfriend. Even though you and I know they would probably love that, wouldn't they?" The sarcasm became richer in Gannetpaw's voice and he shot the she cat a mischievious look.
"Hey! Leave Russetstar and Whisperblaze out of this!" Redpaw muttered, rolling her eyes. She shot Gannetpaw a quick amber-eyed glare. "And it's not like I have time for... that, anyways, furball! I've got priorities - like feeding our Clan." She turned her muzzle towards the thicker undergrowth, scraping some dirt and leaves over the fish, making a mental note to come back for it once their hunting expedition finished. Redpaw nudged Gannetpaw off in the direction of the bushes, her ears still warm from his previous teasing. "Now hush up, mouse-brain, and go check the bushes for something! I'll go down by the riverbed. Don't want to have to drag you back to camp soaking wet and shivering because you took a tumble... again."
Without waiting for the response, the calico apprentice hurriedly padded down to the swollen river; thick with the heavy rainfall, though not wide enough to threaten the hospitalized Clans with another flood. Redpaw licked her lips anxiously, her whiskers still dripping with the excess water she'd dove in a while ago to catch that carp. With her brilliant amber eyes trained on the murky liquid, she narrowed them in an attempt to spot out any stray carps that had been driven downstream by the storm. Her claws unsheathed and ready to strike any fish, Redpaw brought her muzzle close to the water.
She huffed, "Nothing... aw, rotten luck!" Her tail swished, mirroring her bitterness, though Redpaw's ears immediately perked at a soft scuffling; just barely distinguishable past the roar of the rushing water. Pressing her body against the ground, Redpaw breathed in the air, only able to scent the dampened bark from trees, and the mud her paws thudded against. And without proper land-prey hunting training, the calico she-cat knew she had a slimmer chance of catching whatever prey was out and about than Gannetpaw leaping for that water vole. However, this didn't make the apprentice feel any less determined; Redpaw continued in a rather shabby hunting crouch, ears pricked as she tried to listen for the scuffling sound once more, and locate the prey at the source.
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