RiverClan Territory

[Blueberry]

Shimmerskip continued to bound down the bank with Wolfclaw, until they found Wolfpool and Brackenpaw who looked a little worse for ware, claw marks stretched across wolfpool’s body making Shimmerskip flinch.
Wolfpool glared at Shimmerskip. “Why did Shatteredsun and Beestrike attack us? Did you do something to provoke them?” Wolfpool hissed.
“It wouldn’t have happened if you were with me and not on patrol! I was eating with Wolfclaw here and they just attacked us!” Shimmerskip retorted shrinking back from her mate. The deep scratch on the side of her face still bleeding.
( @Ryder @Boba Fett )

[Thistledawn]

Originally Posted by Boba Fett

Brackenpaw met her gaze, emotions like sadness, slight shame, anger, and hope all fighting their way to be the brightest in their green eyes. "Alright Silvermask, then what do I call myself?" they asked, pain obvious in their mew but not their eyes. What else could a dry-paw call themselves but a dry-paw? "And yes, i agree, normally it would be nothing to be ashamed of... But i is when youre a RiverClan cat..." They sighed,"You knoq what? Nevermind, you probably don't understand, what with you being able to perfectly fit into your clan and all..." They averted their gaze from Silvermask once again.

"You're just a cat who doesn't like water." Silvermask suggested. "What I'm trying to say is that being a 'dry-paw' shouldn't define you. You're plenty of other things before you're a dry-paw. Brackenpaw is strong, intelligent, courageous, well-mannered, caring, and they just happen not to enjoy water." The silver tabby's heart broke in two from the obvious pain Brackenpaw was feeling. This was tearing them up inside and Silvermask hadn't had a clue how awful this might have been for them. "Sure, we RiverClan cats enjoy the water. We base our entire lives around it. All the same, playing in water isn't what makes us RiverClan cats. It's in here what matters." The queen touched her tail-tip to her chest, gesturing towards her heart. In response to Brackenpaw's last statement, Silvermask bit her lip. She probably would have been upset if one of her peers had that about her, but Brackenpaw was in a vulnerable place right now and despite knowing Silvermask for a little while, they didn't quite know her as well as an older cat might have. "I can't relate to what you're going through, Brackenpaw. I'm a RiverClan cat by blood and by heart. I love to swim and I'm quite good at fishing. I care for my Clan in every way that I can. Even after all of that, I still don't fit in perfectly." The silver she-cat's thoughts drifted towards her memories of finding out she would never be able to have kits of her own. From then on, she adopted and cared for kits no matter what their background. Though many cats understood all of this, some cats weren't as understanding. "Fitting in is not what matters. It's where your heart belongs that matters."

[pomegranate]

((Okay so we did message about it, but I don’t want to repeat the same VM cause that is a bit, I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right to do that, so @Celestial we’ll see how this goes! )

It had been a good day for Moonfisher, and after finding a few small fish and one large trout hiding beneath the cold waters by the shore, she deposited her kills and tried to find something to do. It had been quiet at camp, more like awkward, as she didn’t know where to put her paws and other such things, so she decided to go through a walk by the marshes. Her white fur blew softly in the slight breeze and the sun had been constantly being caught in indecision over wether it would stay behind the clouds or peek out to warm Riverclan. It had stubbornly decided to stay in between. She placed her delicate paws down as she pushed through some small greenery, and she sank down slightly in the mud, lifting her tail high in order for it not to drag. She stepped out of the mud, and found a soft patch of scraggly grass to sit down on. She curled her tail around her paws, examining the surrounding area. It was a bit too boggy to go after frogs, and she didn’t feel like hunting anyways.
((If you wanna Roleplay Marsh and Moon, she’s open!))

[lone]

Originally Posted by Owl

sorry so sorry for lateness ;-;

Pondpaw, was still fast asleep, despite Shadepaw speaking and even moving around her to rest himself. Pondpaw was exhausted. She had trouble sleeping and the one spot she could sleep was right where she was. She had promised herself she wouldn't sleep long and realizing this in her dream, the feline jumped awake. The lanky ebony feline's eyes were wide and pupils dialated as she realized, now awake, she had slept for longer than she had intended to. "Oh...Mockingfeather isn't going to be too happy about me staying outside of camp this long..." She murmured guiltily to herself, before something caught her eye. Turning her head a little bit, the feline spotted another resting cat. Taking a few steps foward, she stopped just a tail length away. Leaning down, she peered at the cat, silently, carefully as to not wake the sleeping feline. She smiled softly, noticing who it was. Shadepaw. A feline most female apprentice's hoped to end up with when they became warriors. Pondpaw, too, had secretly wished to get close to the tom. However, the younger apprentice knew that she was no match for Shadepaw. A prettier, smarter, and stronger she-cat would be best fit for the observant, charasmatic tom cat that lay before her. With a flick of her tail-tip, she stood up. "Sleep well..." she whispered before turning slowly and began to tip-toe away. Pondpaw wasn't exactly the quietest or most observant feline, and so as she padded away she stepped on a stick, snapping it with a loud crack. CRACK

The crack awoke Shadepaw instantly - his pale green eyes flew open, fangs bared in a snarl as he spun around to see who it was… ”Ah. Pondpaw.” Embarrassed by his mistake, the tom quickly his appearance to a calmer, politer one… he had a reputation for not being startled by such silly things. How humiliating. Embarrassed by a pipsqueak. For someone who appeared so polite and spoke with such charm, Shadepaw was not the kindest cat. You would be lucky to avoid him, really; except that didn’t seem to be how most cats felt. ”To what do I owe the pleasure?” She must not have heard him beforehand - perhaps Shadepaw would get a fresh start. He certainly could not forge an identity for himself… he’d heard of some cats doing that, but he simply wasn’t good enough. ”Oh, and my apologies for my actions earlier… there are a few cats who don’t like me in our Clan, I’ve learned to be a light sleeper because of them - I certainly didn’t mean to frighten you at all.” It was true that Shadepaw had made some enemies, but he didn’t feel that sorry for his actions… after all, he had only been doing what any sensible warrior would do. And since he would be a warrior soon, it was only right that he should act like one of them. Perhaps there would be… different cats to keep company with once he had moved up a rank. As a kit, Shadepaw had admired apprentices… as a younger apprentice, he had admired the higher ranks… and now he admired the warriors. Hardworking, dedicated cats who had only one life to give and gave it to their Clan. Perhaps the deputy fit among them, but he still didn’t admire them as much. Once he was a warrior? Well then… then he would admire no one.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by Blueberry

Shimmerskip continued to bound down the bank with Wolfclaw, until they found Wolfpool and Brackenpaw who looked a little worse for ware, claw marks stretched across wolfpool’s body making Shimmerskip flinch.
Wolfpool glared at Shimmerskip. “Why did Shatteredsun and Beestrike attack us? Did you do something to provoke them?” Wolfpool hissed.
“It wouldn’t have happened if you were with me and not on patrol! I was eating with Wolfclaw here and they just attacked us!” Shimmerskip retorted shrinking back from her mate. The deep scratch on the side of her face still bleeding.
( @Ryder @Boba Fett )

Rushing through the woodland area, the two felines soon reached the scene before them, with his companion’s mate and a younger cat among them. They seemed in bad condition and Wolfclaw couldn’t help but shake his head with disgust at all of this nonsense that he had gotten himself into this morning. The tomcat, Wolfpool, seemed like the worst of the two, with deepened claw marks and an ill-temper to show for it as he went after Shimmerskip for this, seeming to blame her entirely for this incident happening in the first place - which immediately rubbed the maine coon the wrong way. Stepping in front of the shecat and between the two, the large warrior pulled his lips back and snarled at Wolfpool with anger burning in his eyes. “Hey! Don’t you dare pin this solely on her.” He hissed, “First of all, those cats should’ve even be bothering you, being clanmates and all, so it is your fault for not going to your leader and doing something about it. Secondly, you should have a little bit of pride - enough to fight back and not get your tails whipped without even leaving a mark on your opponent. What kind of mate are you, coward?” Wolfclaw did not like this tomcat, even though they had just met. Wolfpool gave him a bad vibe that made his fur bristle with uneasiness.

[Hexict]

@starfall

(sooooo sorry for the late replay! i've been extremely busy and preoccupied, i hope you're still interested~)

Dazed gaze ahead, the grey and white molly hardly noticed her surroundings. The recent rain falls had dampened the ground, turning what little dried ground they had to marsh-like areas. The song of the birds were miles away from the warrior, too preoccupied in her own thoughts to take in their melodies. Though given her state of mind as of lately, she would have mistaken their song as a boast, bragging how simple their lives were while Mistfall felt so lost. Ignored birds stretched their wings and flew to a clear sky that the warrior could never reach.

She honestly wasn't sure as to why Fallenstar would ask her on a patrol. They hadn't even spoke ever since the battle between four of the clans. Perhaps that was why? The molly was honestly drifting away from everyone and everything. She continued to feel lost after everything that has happened. She wishes for times to just slow down, wanted it to stop all together, and at the same time wanted everything to hurry up and finish. Mistfall desperately wanted to know how everything was going to end. She wanted to know if Geckoleaf was alive and okay, wanted to know if the clan's safety would stop getting threatened, and she wanted to know if she's end up alright. Would she every stop losing people she loved? Would she actually be able to raise Ashkit? Would her clan-mates be alright? Would Starclan ever grant her some kind of peace?

It seemed like the last one was already answered: No.

Blinking, Mistfall realized that she had been staring towards the ground ahead the entire time. Her gaze made a quick glance towards Fallenstar before surveying the area as she tried to figure out where they were as the stinging blur lessened. The molly was quick to figure it out, but she kept in mind to keep track of where she was and where she was heading and they walked. If only she had as much control over such things as she traveled through life. Her ears were flattened in embarrassment over her thoughts and the fact that she had nearly cried right in front of her leader. Mistfall's jumbled thoughts were messing with her. But who could she go to about it? She wanted to speak to Fallenstar, but she had let too much space come between them after the fight between the four clans, plus, he always seemed to have enough of his plate. She had begun to think about opening up to Geckoleaf, but never got the chance as he dear friend had gone missing. She had tried to get close with Juniperpaw, but the molly had followed in her mentor's paw-steps.... Mistfall definitely couldn't speak to anyone in her family, especially not Boulderglare nor Aspenmask.

Who else did she have?

Mistfall silently cursed herself for allowing more threats of tears to her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Mistfall calmed herself down and decided to address the original question of the situation. "Why did you wish to patrol with me?" inwardly wincing as she realized that her tone was colder than intended as she called over to Fallenstar. Of course, the molly was still upset with him for getting the clan involved in a fight that was not their own... even if it was in the past.

[Seraphon]

Originally Posted by Thistledawn

"You're just a cat who doesn't like water." Silvermask suggested. "What I'm trying to say is that being a 'dry-paw' shouldn't define you. You're plenty of other things before you're a dry-paw. Brackenpaw is strong, intelligent, courageous, well-mannered, caring, and they just happen not to enjoy water." The silver tabby's heart broke in two from the obvious pain Brackenpaw was feeling. This was tearing them up inside and Silvermask hadn't had a clue how awful this might have been for them. "Sure, we RiverClan cats enjoy the water. We base our entire lives around it. All the same, playing in water isn't what makes us RiverClan cats. It's in here what matters." The queen touched her tail-tip to her chest, gesturing towards her heart. In response to Brackenpaw's last statement, Silvermask bit her lip. She probably would have been upset if one of her peers had that about her, but Brackenpaw was in a vulnerable place right now and despite knowing Silvermask for a little while, they didn't quite know her as well as an older cat might have. "I can't relate to what you're going through, Brackenpaw. I'm a RiverClan cat by blood and by heart. I love to swim and I'm quite good at fishing. I care for my Clan in every way that I can. Even after all of that, I still don't fit in perfectly." The silver she-cat's thoughts drifted towards her memories of finding out she would never be able to have kits of her own. From then on, she adopted and cared for kits no matter what their background. Though many cats understood all of this, some cats weren't as understanding. "Fitting in is not what matters. It's where your heart belongs that matters."

Brackenpaw let a faint smile slip onto their face and they turned their soft green gaze back over to where the older molly was. Why were they arguing with her. She was obviously older and therefore knew more than them, right. Even if Brackenpaw didn't agree with her, there was no use in arguing,"I-I guess youre right Silvermask... Though, i wouldn't call myself courageous..." they laughed, half-heartedly trying to lighten the mood. "My heart for now and forever belongs to RiverClan," They mewed determinedly before a question came into their mind,"But, how do you not fit in Silvermask? You like water, love RiverClan, are beautiful, and... Don't fit in?" They tilted their head in confusion, studying the she-cat's gaze for any possible clues.

[Seraphon]

Originally Posted by Blueberry

Shimmerskip continued to bound down the bank with Wolfclaw, until they found Wolfpool and Brackenpaw who looked a little worse for ware, claw marks stretched across wolfpool’s body making Shimmerskip flinch.
Wolfpool glared at Shimmerskip. “Why did Shatteredsun and Beestrike attack us? Did you do something to provoke them?” Wolfpool hissed.
“It wouldn’t have happened if you were with me and not on patrol! I was eating with Wolfclaw here and they just attacked us!” Shimmerskip retorted shrinking back from her mate. The deep scratch on the side of her face still bleeding.
( @Ryder @Boba Fett )

( Sorry, but i have no idea what is happening here XD)

[Blueberry]

Originally Posted by Boba Fett

( Sorry, but i have no idea what is happening here XD)

(Sorry but earlier you weren’t on and I thought that since Wolfpool and brackenpaw being in the scurmish with Shatteredsun and Beestrike if brackenpaw wasn’t hurt, then we could move on and say that it had happened before Shimmerskip got there... I’m sorry.)

[Blueberry]

Originally Posted by Ryder

Rushing through the woodland area, the two felines soon reached the scene before them, with his companion’s mate and a younger cat among them. They seemed in bad condition and Wolfclaw couldn’t help but shake his head with disgust at all of this nonsense that he had gotten himself into this morning. The tomcat, Wolfpool, seemed like the worst of the two, with deepened claw marks and an ill-temper to show for it as he went after Shimmerskip for this, seeming to blame her entirely for this incident happening in the first place - which immediately rubbed the maine coon the wrong way. Stepping in front of the shecat and between the two, the large warrior pulled his lips back and snarled at Wolfpool with anger burning in his eyes. “Hey! Don’t you dare pin this solely on her.” He hissed, “First of all, those cats should’ve even be bothering you, being clanmates and all, so it is your fault for not going to your leader and doing something about it. Secondly, you should have a little bit of pride - enough to fight back and not get your tails whipped without even leaving a mark on your opponent. What kind of mate are you, coward?” Wolfclaw did not like this tomcat, even though they had just met. Wolfpool gave him a bad vibe that made his fur bristle with uneasiness.

“I left plenty of marks on them. We would have been killed if we hadn’t and they would be standing over our dead bodys!” Wolfpool hissed fury burning in his eyes. He looked past Wolfclaw to Shimmerskip. “Who is this?” He hissed as his eyes flashed. Shimmerskip shrank back at the anger in Wolfpool’s eyes, almost as if... she had been hurt by that anger before. She took a deep breath and stood as confident as she could. “H-he is my friend. A-and If you have a problem with that... t-than I don’t think we were meant to be mates.” She said carefully. Wolfpool’s eyes widened with shock. Shimmerskip took advantage of him not glaring at her anymore. “I can’t deal with you always being away.” She looked at her paws. “I know that if we ever have kits, as soon as they are born if you don’t like how they look you’ll leave. Like you did to Frostdream.” She looked back at him her eyes brimming with new confidence. “I don’t want a mate anymore. Or ever again.”