RiverClan Territory

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Swanpearl didn't know what she was getting into. But, whatever it was, she hoped it hit the tom harder than it hit her. Only, she didn't know what to do with this tom. She had been a pro at figuring out Shadowclan toms since she been around them constantly. But, other clans? Certainly not! Maybe, they were all the same. A tom would be a tom. But, this one seemed to friendly when she was obviously from another clan. ''Oh, thank you. You're so kind.'' The simple 'damsel in distress' act. That worked well all the time. She could play the victim. She kept her wet fur against his because he didn't seem to mind, and she allowed him to lead her on. She didn't know the territory well like this tom did, so she appreciated that fact. Upon his next words, she internally rolled her eyes. Obviously, he wanted to hear about the flood in Shadowclan. Why wouldn't he? Surely all these fish eaters were nosy about what went on. ''Thank you so much. I appreciate you - really.'' She turned to give him a glance. Quickly looking him over whether she would like him or not. Swanpearl padded forward, following his movements. Her fur was definitely shivering, and she couldn't wait to warm up. She found that she looked rather weird when her fur clung to her body. Yet, if she shook the water off, she would look like a blowfish. Neither was attractive to the fawn she cat. He had mentioned his name, and Swanpearl briefly glanced at him once more, staring at him longer than she should had. When she almost lost her footing, she immediately turned her attention in front of her. An incessant talker...just great. ''The pleasure to make your acquaintance, Brownbabble, you say?'' She could be a pretty nice cat...at first. ''I'm Swanpearl.'' She purred, lightly.

~OWO~

''Oh, darling,'' The large tom purred, deeply. ''You're pleasure to be around. Although, I do prefer that you didn't have rough edges to you.'' Nightvenom loved being around Morningfrost. Her company seemed to bring a spark to his life. She always made him light up. It was just...they were made for each other. Even their names were corresponding...even though they were complete opposites. He was the moon, she was the sun. He was the stars, she was the clouds. But, they played hand-in-hand. Why didn't she understand this? However, this didn't stop the huge lug from advancing on her. Using all his moves and constantly staying consistent in her life so that she would notice him. He had been staring out at the home that was destroyed, but her purr had reached his ears. And, he dared to return it. ''Oh, please. If I was tired of you, I wouldn't be sticking around as long as I have. Now, would I?'' He briefly glanced at her, and started to pad away. It wasn't any use of looking at their old home if they were to live here. He didn't know Riverclan territory, but he hoped to get a piece of this land. And, the she cats. He had heard they were pretty little things. Delicate. Extravagant. Especially when their in the water. Nightvenom was sure he was going to be taking some swimming lessons. They walked towards the camp together, in aimless strides. He kept himself pressed against her pelt, to which she didn't protest. That was good. He had to maintain his purring level. He twitched his ears at her words. Morningfrost did love to workout...which was weird. She wasn't a windclan cat, yet she went running like she was one. Nightvenom didn't understand. He'd rather laze around than anything. ''Oh, sad. Maybe being here will give you time to relax! You know, you've been neglecting me lately. I'm not happy with that.'' He muttered, nudging her with a gentle push. After his little mishap, Nightvenom provided a sheepish grin, but glad that she understood. Then, she said she was sleeping out here tonight. Nightvenom thought over her words, knowing what she meant, but being the tom he was...he couldn't just leave her out here. ''You're right! We definitely don't need to sleeping near anyone if we want some alone time. We could build a nest - you and I.'' He swept his tail to wrap around her, getting deeper into her comfort zone. He knew she wanted to be alone, but Nightvenom had a habit of invading mollies' personal space. And, especially this one.

Brownbabble wasn't really used to being called "kind" by she-cats. Nice? Once in a while. Talkative? More often than not. Annoying? All the time. But kind? And in that tone? It was a whole new thing for the Maine Coon Bengal mix. He could feel his ears heating up slightly, but other than that Brownbabble remained completely calm and happy. As the she-cat continued to press her fur against his, Brownbabble made sure he took smaller steps to accommodate her own. He usually made long, bouncy strides, but he knew that the Shadowclan feline wouldn't appreciate that very much. Especially since at this moment she seemed quite cold. And tired as well.
But as she continued to say good things about him, like how kind he was, Brownbabble was starting to get a little confused. No one has ever been this kind to me... Are Shadowclan cats different from Riverclan ones? Brownbabble had always heard such bad things about Shadowclan cats, but he had never believed the rumors. And right here was a perfect example of why he shouldn't have. Because they certainly weren't true. Of course, Brownbabble was basing all of his thoughts on one cat, but he thinks that all cats can be grouped into the same category, one way or another. Just like he supposed all of the Riverclan cats except a select few were always annoyed. With him at least. "You're welcome! You know, I've never really been "appreciated" before... Except by my best friend Hazelnutsplash, but you know, he's my best friend. We've known each other since kithood! But then most other cats in my clan avoid me or stop me from talking you know?" As the feline introduced herself, Brownbabble's ears perked up slightly. He had to admit her name was quite pretty. And unusual. "Wow, I've never heard a name like that! Swanpearl.." He tried the name out. It flowed together smoothly, Brownbabble already loved the name. And he liked the she-cat herself. She was nice. "Yes, definitely one of the prettiest names I have ever heard! And I have heard a lot of names!

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The cream-colored feline had walked ahead of Nightvenom a bit, scouting the area out. And hopefully drying off her fur at the same time. But as he spoke, Morningfrost let out a huff, turning her frosty blue gaze to Nightvenom, stalking back up to him. She unsheathed her claws and pricked them slightly into his forepaws, not enough to hurt, but enough to feel it. "Well, then I guess you're in luck. Because I don't have any rough edges, just sharp points." She kept her muzzle stretched out to his face for as long as she dared before she relaxed and turned back around, purposely flicking her fluffy tail across his face in an agitated manner. Of all cats to be stuck with... But even Morningfrost had to admit that she was grateful for some company in this hard time. Just not maybe Nightvenom's...
As he spoke again, Morningfrost rolled her eyes, closing them afterwards in exasperation. "Oh, but I sure am tired of you..." She mumbled under her breath, her eyes scanning around for some place for her to stay. "Hmmm... I don't think I could ever relax here, in this wet, fishy smelling place..." Morningfrost didn't say anything about his other comment, because it was sort of the truth. She had been avoiding the larger tom lately, and she had no other excuse than she found him highly annoying. But deep down inside her, Morningfrost knew that she liked him. He could be an amazing cat to be around, and sometimes, secretly, Morningfrost felt like the luckiest molly in the world to have such a handsome tom fawning over her. But, Morningfrost was an athlete. And she played hard to get. Because her feelings were hidden deep inside of her. But She believed that Nightvenom might be the one cat that will be able to get to her. Besides, she did have a small crush on him. She of course didn't show it.
Now, Morningfrost had been serious when she said she wanted to sleep out in the territory, but she hadn't expected Nightvenom to offer to stay with her as well. She opened her mouth to say something witty, but nothing came out. She was exhausted and wet, and as Nightvenom wrapped his tail around her, she just felt so... warm. Morningfrost tried to remain serious, but when she is tired, it's harder for her to do that. The only time you see a playful Morning is when she's tired. And she was getting to that point. "Hmm... I don't know Nightvenom, seems like you're coming off a little too strong, doesn't it?" She let out a small purr, a smirk coming across her face. Morningfrost decided that maybe, she should let Nightvenom get to know her feelings more. Maybe just a little bit.

Originally Posted by Mystical

So, he knows about the clans a little. That's what the molly had learned so far. He knew that RiberClan was the clan that swam. For a loner he knew rather a lot about the clans. Perhaps it was because his former group had been around the clans territory, even though Doesong had never smelt his scent before their first meeting. So, perhaps he had just seen other loners swimming? No, he would know they were loners. Flame seemed intelligent enough. He would recognize a loner's scent versus a clan cats. It was possible he had been told tales about the by his parents. Yes! That had too be it. He had been told about the clans by a relative and just forgotten that they were called clans, but remembered the clans talents. Doesong wasn't suspicious about it though. She trusted most every cat who wasn't a rouge. Well, sometimes a rouge could prove themselves. But, she still Flame as a nice cat and coudlsn't be suspicous of him.
Yes we are." She stated, smiling at the ginger tom. As she did so, and idea former itself on her head. Perhaps he would like to learn a little bit more about her clan, via swimming. He seemed like a cat who could be open to many things. Surely he wouldn't mind if in order to learn about her clan he needed, well could, swim. Flame seemed interested enough. So he probably wouldn't mind. "If you want, I can show you how."

Swim?!?! Burn was born Thunderclan. He had always detested water. And would always. Who would want to get their fur wet and cold just to catch prey? Or play in it? Burn would never understand the minds of these Riverclan cats. But you have to think, would Flame? Burn had to be thinking in the mind of this cat he had made himself out to be to Doesong. And, that cat would say yes. That cat would be open to learning new things.
Besides, if he did something that this she-cat liked to do, then that would make them grow closer, right? So this process will go faster.
A smile still on his face, though looking a bit more forced, Burn nodded. "Uhh, yeah sure. That most certainly sounds interesting!" He got to his paws and walked up to Doesong, touching his muzzle gently to her shoulder. "But if I start drowning, do you promise you'll save me?"

Originally Posted by Fawn

@RedHead
Her ears heat up a bit as he mentioned his 'killer smile,' and she let out a little laugh. "Well," she mewed, "Even if you are pretty big, you're smile is still pretty killer." She didn't realize what she was saying until it'd already left her mouth, and her eyes widened. She'd said it quietly, so she wondered if the tom had heard her. Hopefully not. Her thoughts were interrupted by more words from the tom and mud was flicked towards her, causing the bobtailed feline to yelp in surprise and narrow her eyes, a challenging grin on her face. "You wanna go?" She mewed, "I may not have a long tail, but I have paws and shorter fur." She raised a paw up, mud dripping from it and clinging ro her fur. "Mud won't be too hard fo clean from my fur, but yours is thick and covered enough already." She shook her head with another laugh, setting her paw back down amd continuing to walk. "Just kidding," she mewed, "I wouldn't do that to you. I'm not that cruel."

Wolfglare gave the feline a sideways look as she mumbled something, his own ears heating up slightly. Was that her way of saying she thinks my smile is... cute? He knew that she probably hadn't wanted him to hear that, but Wolfglare had pretty good hearing, and so he had heard what she said. And, it made him feel a bit warm on the inside. If she meant what he think she meant, then Wolfglare was quite surprised. No one had ever called him, or any part of him for that matter, "cute" before. "Scary" was always the word they would settle with. He wanted to ask her if that's what she meant, but that would've been awkward he felt like. Besides, Wolfglare had never held a crush on anyone, so how would he know how to handle something like this? Better just stick to what you're used to... As she threatened to splash mud on him, Wolfglare gave her a smirk, a spark of mischief shining in his ice-colored eyes. "And you think I'm not that cruel?" He once more flicked a shower of droplets towards Turtletail using his own tail, a smile prominent on his face.

[goddess of ducks]

A dark figured looked out of the entranceway for the riverclan camp. His dark blue gray pelt was outlined against the sky. He padded away carefully and slowly. He was only out for a hunt, a hunt that would bring back food for his clan, his mate, and his kit. He liked doing little things for his family, he liked being able to take certain small things back from the territory that they could enjoy. He knew that his daughter Flahskit had requested a smooth pebble so she could entertain herself like some kits would use a mossball. She had shown him once how she did it, though unfortunately that rock had gotten lost. Now she wanted a new one, and being the generous father he was, he would try his best to find the perfect pebble for his daughter, and a perfect fish for his beautiful mate Cobaltshade. His movements were steady as he padded farther along the river, heading out towards the outer border. He would stop before he made it there completely, but he was on a quest, a quest given to him by his only child. He would fulfill it, or he would die trying.

@Fern

[Socks]

She only nodded along now, not wishing to get yelled at anymore. The other was right, she should have never gone out and it wasn't her place to be talking back to the older tom. Her ears were flat against her head with her tail in the dirt as she listened to the other's words. He seemed very passionate about Starclan, making Jadekit wonder a bit, her mother never told her of Starclan like the other queens did with their kits and hearing Peachfuzz speak about them with such respect made her want to know more. Her eyes shined differently than a few moments before, more with respect than fear.

She followed closely to the large tom, afraid of the territory, but taking comfort in thinking she'd be protected. She listened but paused at one sentence, she'll never be a suitable warrior? "Um... What do you mean exactly? I was told I'd grow older and become a warrior to protect my clan... Was I lied to?" She asked quietly, dragging her paws as she moved.

@Mad King

[BEAR.]

"There are cats who seem to think she-cats have a place as warriors.. but they are wrong. She-cats are incapable; soft and weak. Their bodies are meant to bare and nurse kits, not to feel claws tear through your flesh or to strain your body during a hunt. To defend the Clan and the Code. StarClan favors toms because we are structured to fight, to protect, and to provide." His tail lashed, flicking over Jadekit's shoulder.

"They intend on misleading you because they believe in "equality", but all they are doing is bringing down the Clans. She-cats are inferior fighters, hunters, and leaders. There is a reason we have yet to have a successful female leader. Halestar abandoned our Clan and gave us Goldenstar, but he has made a grave mistake in appointing a female as deputy. Timberstar did the same once, and now look where we are. Our territory is uninhabitable, our camp is destroyed, and our prey is gone. Because of their foolish choices in deputy, ShadowClan is being punished." This was not even touching the issue of the attention-seeking gays who brought StarClan's wrath upon the Clan sevenfold. Peachfuzz was not sure how the Clan would survive Leaf-bare. StarClan Bless them.

@Socks

[Socks]

Jadekit looked at the ground while she listened, specifically looking at her paws. She was flexing her tiny claws, letting them sink into the soft ground beneath her as if testing her own strength. She felt the ground resist, her claws being pushed back as she walked, causing a slight sting in her paws. She sheathed her claws, taking this as some sort of sign that Peachfuzz was indeed correct, that she wasn't strong enough to be a warrior. Somehow, she didn't seem as disappointed as she thought she would. Sure, she had wanted to be a warrior but if Starclan wanted her to serve her clan differently she wasn't going to go against them!

The tortoiseshell kit hadn't been around that long and only being a kit meant she was more focused on playing than the doings of her clan, so she never got the chance to learn about Halestar as she supposed the older tom had, he must be right then. "But I become an apprentice in a moon, what do I learn if not to become a warrior?"

@Mad King

[goddess of ducks]

@Teza
A tiny furball burst out through a small opening in the reeds that surrounded the camp. Her fluffy gray and orange fur was now tangled and had bits of twigs and leaves sticking to it. Grackle ran forwards, the butterfly that she was chasing fluttering before her. Her beautiful gray optics were set in the fluttering wings of the small creature and her eyes stared in wonder and awe as she watched it. She wanted to catch it, and paw it and watch it flap it's wings. It was like a bird, and she enjoyed watching it. It wasn't too lon before the butterfly lead her to the river. With its wings, it flew straight over the top, leaving the five moon old kit in the side of the river, watching sorrowfully as it flew farther and farther into the distance. With the loss of her object of entertainment, Gracklekit hing her head in dismay and turned around, which is when the softened paw steps of a feline aroused her from her sorrow. Before her stood a rather tall and handsome Savannah cat, his tan pelt and black spots standing out sorely against the diluted territory of Riverclan. His cold yellow eyes, holding that formidable and emotionless gaze, looked down in the small kit. Grackle kit's jaw fell open as she stared up at him in wonder and amaze,eat, not even curious about the unfamiliar scent that lingered on his pelt.

"Well hello little creature."

[Wolfheart2329]

(open)

A strange white cat covered in blood washes up on the shore. The cat is male and has a gash above his left eye. He seems to be unconscious.....

[Fel]

russetstar wasn't exactly in a great mood, but it wasn't like he was in a bad one either, so to speak. he was content at the least, though it had been a bit awkward for shadowclan's leadership to change while they were still residing in riverclan's territory. hopefully, the awkward relationships between the two clans would get a bit better thanks to the branch of kindness extended to let them share a home, as well as goldenstar's new leadership. letting out a sigh, the leader led his patrol through the territory to hunt, gaze flickering through the scarce number of trees to look for the rivers, the waters filled with fish which made up their clan's diets. "...if anyone catches sight of the river, let us know- we should be close by now." he informed with a long sigh, stretching out his paws with a quick yawn as he briskly walked.
@tawny~

[fresh]

Originally Posted by Doodle

"Oh, really?" Mousenose questioned, eyes glittering with amusement. "I can think of a reason! You lost because you were up against me; there's simply no match for the wondrous Mouse!" She put on a fake accent for her last accent, purposely becoming a bit more goofy. Her accent made her sound posh and fancy; both things she was not. Picking her prey back up, the molly moved over to Crowheart and dropped them down beside him. "If it makes you feel better, you still get to carry the majority of it home. You know my sis and her thoughts; mollies shouldn't be doing a lot of work. So we'll make it look like you made the bigger catch." She rolled her eyes, obviously frustrated by Tinyfuzz's opinions, but it wasn't like she had ever tried to change them. No, as soon as she noticed what her role model thought, she changed herself to act accordingly. That was the whole reason the two of them had to have this whole 'mate' act going on; to Tinyfuzz and her mate's family, Mousenose's kind was an abomination. Mouse could feel her eyes shimmer, giving away her sad thoughts, before she quickly pushed them away and put on a small smile. She was with her best friend, where she was free to be herself. She wouldn't allow any sadness right now.

"I'm not this energetic around other cats," the she-cat agreed with a laugh. "Only around you. I mean, I'm not myself around anyone other than you. I can't afford to be." A brief moment of silence fell over Mousenose when she stared down at the ground, tail swishing gently behind her before she turned her pale green eyes back on Crowheart. "Thank you for that," she murmured softly. It wasn't like she hadn't thanked her best friend before; she had, and multiple times. It was just that she always felt like she'd never be able to repay him for all he had done for her. He made her life right now possible; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up this act. And if she didn't go with this act, then Tinyfuzz would surely turn her back on Mousenose. The molly knew a true sibling shouldn't do that, that they should love you no matter what, but she couldn't help but want to keep her sister even if she wouldn't be free to be herself. She simply had always looked up to her older sister; she couldn't imagine not having the molly to converse with. Because of Crow, she still could, and she would always be thankful to him for it. The brown and cream warrior pressed her muzzle up against the tom's, a gesture to show how happy she was to have him. "You really are the bestest best friend ever, you know?" Then, a mere moment later she pulled back, a small purr emitting from her throat. Raising a paw and playfully batting the black tom's shoulder, she turned her attention back to the unfamiliar territory around them. "So, what would you like to do now? I personally don't feel like going back to that crowded camp soon." Plus, she didn't want Crow to return when he had left in such a bad mood. She wanted to give her friend more time to relax and enjoy himself.

EEEEEEEEE IM SO SORRYYYYYYY
SO LATE CRI
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The tom whacked her muzzle with his tail, laughter bubbling up inside him. Mousenose was so easy-going it didn't just break down his defensive barriers; it shattered them. Vaporized them into nothing. A new side of the tom appeared, and it was truly for the best.
He nodded at the remark regarding the molly's sister. He'd never been a fan of Tinyfuzz and didn't really see what his best friend did in her. They are siblings, he reasoned, drawing his tail back to his side and smiling at her. The tom picked up as much prey as he could carry and began to waddle forwards awkwardly, shuffling across the scarce muddy ground. A glance backwards told Crowheart that Mouse was upset, but his jaws were crammed and she seemed to shake it off quickly. The tom dropped their prey when his fake mate responded. "Hey, we were having fun. I agree though; it's better to be out here where no one's near us." He touched his muzzle to the top of her head- a small gesture of comfort for the creamy she-cat he loved. She murmured a quiet thank-you, and he moved his muzzle to lift her chin. "Head high! This is where we need to be our selves." After a moment, he returned to his serious manner, a warm glow shining in his unusual violet hues. Crow blinked once, a sign he didn't understand where this was coming from. "Of course," he answered, his tail tip twitching slightly. "I'll always be here for you Mouse." The solemn tom's voice cracked slightly as he offered encouragement. Whether you like it or not, I'll always love you as well. A moment of silence passed between them before his best friend pushed her muzzle against his. He relished the moment silently, taking in the kind gesture. "I know I am, sweetie," Crowheart purred smoothly, more laughter appearing from his parted jaws. "Let's sit and eat a little bit. After all, it's not a hunting patrol." His casual smirk reappeared on his maw, violet orbs alight with happiness.

This day couldn't get any better.

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Nighty

@Teza
A tiny furball burst out through a small opening in the reeds that surrounded the camp. Her fluffy gray and orange fur was now tangled and had bits of twigs and leaves sticking to it. Grackle ran forwards, the butterfly that she was chasing fluttering before her. Her beautiful gray optics were set in the fluttering wings of the small creature and her eyes stared in wonder and awe as she watched it. She wanted to catch it, and paw it and watch it flap it's wings. It was like a bird, and she enjoyed watching it. It wasn't too lon before the butterfly lead her to the river. With its wings, it flew straight over the top, leaving the five moon old kit in the side of the river, watching sorrowfully as it flew farther and farther into the distance. With the loss of her object of entertainment, Gracklekit hing her head in dismay and turned around, which is when the softened paw steps of a feline aroused her from her sorrow. Before her stood a rather tall and handsome Savannah cat, his tan pelt and black spots standing out sorely against the diluted territory of Riverclan. His cold yellow eyes, holding that formidable and emotionless gaze, looked down in the small kit. Grackle kit's jaw fell open as she stared up at him in wonder and amaze,eat, not even curious about the unfamiliar scent that lingered on his pelt.

"Well hello little creature."

Padding alone through the reeds, Birchstep glanced right and left, searching for her lost kit. She turned her back for a moment and Gracklekit had gone chasing a bug, or at least that's what Otterkit had told her. The queen made a mental note that she must tell Otter how to explain better. No matter. She had to find her kit. It wasn't long before the scent of another cat filled her nose, and Birchstep's long fur began to bristle in fear. She knew the scent all too well, despite the individual carrying it had no memories for her to link with. The overall stench of the dusk syndicate brought bad feelings of haterid and dispare, and Birchstep had a sinking feeling that the tom she smelled was going to steal her kit. She padded on until she escaped the reeds t come face to face with the tall Savannah cat, her ears pinning and her fur standing on end once more.