@Brilliance
(( this is pretty short but it'll get longer once I'm done with my homework ))
(( like... I'm really embarrassed to put that out... But.. It'll get better I promise ))
There was so many thoughts running through the creamy white and orange tabby's mind, thoughts as abundant as the fish in the streams or a pool of water. And no matter how hard she tried to pin one thought down it always lead to a second thought that would pull her away into yet another downward spiral. No matter how hard she tried to pull herself away from such negative thought she couldn't unearth her paws from the sticky mess whatsoever. Maybe that's why I'm running away. Running away from invisible problems? slipping in and out of the shadows was said riverclan cat, her shoulders flexing with each large bound, claws hooking the damp earth and pushing her toward.. Towards what? clear tears brimmed on her eyelids, blinked away each time she hit the ground and sprang back up into the air.
confront them before you regret it.
Your running away from things you can't escape from.
With a violent jerk she forced herself to stop by digging her heels into the damp earth and stood in the middle of the path, dapples of sunlight sprinkled over her back and sides while she stood beneath the cover of the trees. Tears now streaked down her cheeks blown back with the wind. Her legs ached from the burst of strength she had used to run all the way out here without stopping while her lungs gasped for air causing her to drop down onto her haunches in order to gain some breath. Leave me alone! Leave me... her head sagged between her shoulders and she felt no more need to fight the reality of what she was doing. She pulled herself out of view dragging her paws in the dust before sitting herself down near the high walls of thicket.
You would think that Staglegs knew the territory of Riverclan quite well. After all, he have been residing here since his escaped from a tyrant and horrible ill-waiting fate. Despite such, he was still getting used to the murky grounds of Riverclan. Since the ground was never completely dry, Staglegs found himself struggling to keep a hold on his speed. It’s not like he meant to travel at an alarming rate that carried others into the fray with him. Staglegs recalled being scolded more than once for his hyperactive behavior.
Here he was again.
Only, he had a good reason for running; he was hunting. The calm before the storm started as he caught sight of a water cold. The small critter left the safe haven of its habitat, rummaging through the grass. His tall frame leaned down, ears twitching from the blow of the wind. One side of his face was heavily exposed, and when the wind touched it, it made him shudder from the lack of warmth. His green eyes stayed locked ahead, however. He was pretty determined to catch this meal, for he, for lack of batter words, sucked when it came to water hunting. It made him absolutely loathe fish and that certain hunting technique. Those fish were just so hard to catch...and they swam too diligently in the water. Water voles, mice, any land creature was more his style. Per usual, Staglegs has a specific coordination when he hunted. After finding a target, he would lower himself into a crouch, then quietly creep forward until he was at a good enough distance to run and pounce. The chocolate feline shot forward like a cheetah, like a comet, if you will. Being a skilled agility master had its flaws. Unfortunately, as always, Staglegs didn’t calculate how much speed to use. He kicked up dust in his path. He bent forward to try and snatch the vole, but it was out his grasp. This caused him to groan. Staglegs knew that his failed catch was the least of his troubles because when he looked forward, he was still running, dodging trees as effortlessly as he could. A couple twigs hit him on the head, emitting hisses from him, but as he laid his eyes ahead on another cat, the light green optics widened tremendously, and he skidded on his paws to either redirect his direction or to avoid impact on the other cat. “Hey! Watch out!” Staglegs meowed loudly to the other figure. Staglegs leaned his body forward, hoping it would hinder his movement, but instead he caused himself to roll into a ball, eventually colliding with a tree. “Ow...” he muttered. Staglegs took a moment to catch his breath. He was laid upside down, so the little bits of sky filtering through the trees was more than noticeable to him. After a moment, Staglegs rolled back onto his paws, lifting himself grudgingly and shaking the debris off his pelt.
“You really need to work on pivoting...” Staglegs muttered to himself. He turned his head to see the other cat. When his eyes landed on a familiar Cream and tabby figure, he immediately rushed to her with moon-wide innocent eyes that was ready to plea for forgiveness. “Rowanflower!”The Deputy. Out of all cats he had to almost collide into her. It would had been worse if he did collide into her...it was already worse enough that he ambushed on her time of relaxation. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t - I Uh - I wasn’t - I kinda - I - I - I - sorry! Really am sorry.” His ears pinned and he shuffled awkwardly on his paws. “Forgive me? You know, I was - I - I - I was hunting and the - the little - little vermin,” he spat out, “got away - and I miss - missed - the catch and all. And, yeah. And...all.” He didn’t usually stammer, he just remembered more than a few times when other cats reprimanded him about running too fast. In his defense, running on muddy grounds was slippery and troublesome. Staglegs was just fearful about receiving another lecture on maintaining his speed. Along with that, it was mixed in with his paranoia where he imagined Rowanflower to snap at him and ask Fallenstar to exile him...heh, maybe he was being a little dramatic.
You would think that Staglegs knew the territory of Riverclan quite well. After all, he have been residing here since his escaped from a tyrant and horrible ill-waiting fate. Despite such, he was still getting used to the murky grounds of Riverclan. Since the ground was never completely dry, Staglegs found himself struggling to keep a hold on his speed. It’s not like he meant to travel at an alarming rate that carried others into the fray with him. Staglegs recalled being scolded more than once for his hyperactive behavior.
Here he was again.
Only, he had a good reason for running; he was hunting. The calm before the storm started as he caught sight of a water cold. The small critter left the safe haven of its habitat, rummaging through the grass. His tall frame leaned down, ears twitching from the blow of the wind. One side of his face was heavily exposed, and when the wind touched it, it made him shudder from the lack of warmth. His green eyes stayed locked ahead, however. He was pretty determined to catch this meal, for he, for lack of batter words, sucked when it came to water hunting. It made him absolutely loathe fish and that certain hunting technique. Those fish were just so hard to catch...and they swam too diligently in the water. Water voles, mice, any land creature was more his style. Per usual, Staglegs has a specific coordination when he hunted. After finding a target, he would lower himself into a crouch, then quietly creep forward until he was at a good enough distance to run and pounce. The chocolate feline shot forward like a cheetah, like a comet, if you will. Being a skilled agility master had its flaws. Unfortunately, as always, Staglegs didn’t calculate how much speed to use. He kicked up dust in his path. He bent forward to try and snatch the vole, but it was out his grasp. This caused him to groan. Staglegs knew that his failed catch was the least of his troubles because when he looked forward, he was still running, dodging trees as effortlessly as he could. A couple twigs hit him on the head, emitting hisses from him, but as he laid his eyes ahead on another cat, the light green optics widened tremendously, and he skidded on his paws to either redirect his direction or to avoid impact on the other cat. “Hey! Watch out!” Staglegs meowed loudly to the other figure. Staglegs leaned his body forward, hoping it would hinder his movement, but instead he caused himself to roll into a ball, eventually colliding with a tree. “Ow...” he muttered. Staglegs took a moment to catch his breath. He was laid upside down, so the little bits of sky filtering through the trees was more than noticeable to him. After a moment, Staglegs rolled back onto his paws, lifting himself grudgingly and shaking the debris off his pelt.
“You really need to work on pivoting...” Staglegs muttered to himself. He turned his head to see the other cat. When his eyes landed on a familiar Cream and tabby figure, he immediately rushed to her with moon-wide innocent eyes that was ready to plea for forgiveness. “Rowanflower!”The Deputy. Out of all cats he had to almost collide into her. It would had been worse if he did collide into her...it was already worse enough that he ambushed on her time of relaxation. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t - I Uh - I wasn’t - I kinda - I - I - I - sorry! Really am sorry.” His ears pinned and he shuffled awkwardly on his paws. “Forgive me? You know, I was - I - I - I was hunting and the - the little - little vermin,” he spat out, “got away - and I miss - missed - the catch and all. And, yeah. And...all.” He didn’t usually stammer, he just remembered more than a few times when other cats reprimanded him about running too fast. In his defense, running on muddy grounds was slippery and troublesome. Staglegs was just fearful about receiving another lecture on maintaining his speed. Along with that, it was mixed in with his paranoia where he imagined Rowanflower to snap at him and ask Fallenstar to exile him...heh, maybe he was being a little dramatic.
It had taken a few minutes for the cream and ginger tabby to have calmed down enough that she wasn't sucking in hard breaths and the inflammation of her eyes had gone down significantly. She settled between the foliage allowing her tail to lash behind her, a gentle breeze tickling her whiskers. The silence is nice. she settled her head between her outstretched paws and let out a yawn squinting her eyes shut and stretching out her hindlegs into a sprawl.
Peace.
She had settled nicely into her surroundings, the gentle swish of the grass and he constant drip, drip, drip of the melting snow pattering down on the growing leaves, even the scurrying of little critters scurrying around with the anticipation of greenleaf lingering in the breeze. If only she could just stay here forever stuck in this moment of serenity and just blend in with her surroundings. She blinked open her eyes once again to take in the beauty of growth. Patches of muddied snow where melting in the shadows of the elm trees, hanging trendils danced in the newleaf breeze. Why couldn't life be as simple as the seasons? The gentle crawl of each season creeping by never faltering. It was so simple. That's when graceful pawsteps filled the air, thundering towards her. With each bound she could hear the individual pawsteps slam against the damp earth never faulting only drawing nearer. Though almost certain it was a clanmate searching for her she raised her head and squinted her eyes in the direction of the pawsteps. Perhaps if I don't move they'll run right past me. her tail gave a final flick and she closed her eyes, settling her chin on her paws once again and tucking into a ball. She had no energy to deal with no border patrols or clanmates fighting for whatever reason. This was her time to sit back and relax in the reassurance nobody would bother her, even if it wasn't guaranteed it was nice to just feel as though you had the opportunity. That's when the pawsteps seemed to loose their, what was that word again? they lost their grace. Yes. That's it.
Suddenly those graceful pawsteps started thundering like a badger tumbling through a patch of thicket. Her eyes blinked back open and she raised her head and gently and focused her eyes in the direction they seemed to be coming from. She could see the foliage trembling as something or someone seemed to pass through them with less grace than they had just a minute ago. Her body screaming at her to stop as she sat up giving her tail another lash and groaning in annoyance. She just waited for the warrior or frantic apprentice would burst into view stammering about something. That's when a shout caused her to flinch and a brown furred warrior careened into the clear eyes wide with fear and tripping over their own paws as they stumbled right past her causing a brief rush of air to embrace her. She stumbled backwards to avoid the cat who was still in mid fall as they raced passed her. She managed to stumble over her own hindlegs and fall into a patch of clovers with a thud. Her vision grew blurry for a brief moment and she lay upside down like the brown warrior before she pushed herself up onto her paws, sneezing with the pollen that ahd coated her nose. Still shocked from nearly being bowled into she glanced to the side examing the upside down feline with mild amusement. The last seemed to fade away and was simply replaced with curiosity. That's when the tom scrambled to his feet and stared at her like she had an extra head. Of course. Why run into the deputy of all cats? she thought sourly as the feline reminded her who she actually was. "Don't worry about it, sometimes prey can be tricky like that" she meowed gently eyes studying.. Mhm, who is that? it became more aware to her she wasn't sure who this was exactly. She raked her mind desperately to find a name but nothing came to her. How embarassing."no problem, and I hope you don't mind me asking your name?" she questioned embarrassed that she hadn't known even with a feature so memorable as the scars on his face.
A black and white cat stalked through the territory hesitantly. He was in new lands. He had gone away from his family, believing he was strong and big enough to take care of himself by now. As far as he could count, he was eleven moons.
He used to spend his time in WindClan territory, waiting for his sister to have a free moment to come see him. She had told him recently, that she was going to become a full warrior and would have much less time to see him. And that she was worried seeing him might make her mentor and Clan think she wasn't loyal to the Clan.
So the tom had decided to leave. To keep her from being judged that way. And so, he had crossed into RiverClan territory. He knew this was new land, and that he wouldn't be able to play the 'My sister is in your Clan, I'm friendly' card anymore. He was on his own now. He had to be alert. Think of any explanation to being in these cats' territory.
He was an outsider, what the other would call a rogue. He didn't particularly have any relations with the Clan except for his family in WindClan. He would probably be seen as a danger to this Clan. But from Ferretpaw, he had learnt about each Clan. Learnt what she knew.
The river called to him. He had always had a love for water. Perhaps he could reason with these cats, be allowed to stick around for a while. Learn to properly fish and swim. That had been his dream for a while. Now was the time to strike.
He came to a halt. Watched. Hid himself in a bush near the river, and watched from a distance. Hoping not to be noticed.
A black and white cat stalked through the territory hesitantly. He was in new lands. He had gone away from his family, believing he was strong and big enough to take care of himself by now. As far as he could count, he was eleven moons.
He used to spend his time in WindClan territory, waiting for his sister to have a free moment to come see him. She had told him recently, that she was going to become a full warrior and would have much less time to see him. And that she was worried seeing him might make her mentor and Clan think she wasn't loyal to the Clan.
So the tom had decided to leave. To keep her from being judged that way. And so, he had crossed into RiverClan territory. He knew this was new land, and that he wouldn't be able to play the 'My sister is in your Clan, I'm friendly' card anymore. He was on his own now. He had to be alert. Think of any explanation to being in these cats' territory.
He was an outsider, what the other would call a rogue. He didn't particularly have any relations with the Clan except for his family in WindClan. He would probably be seen as a danger to this Clan. But from Ferretpaw, he had learnt about each Clan. Learnt what she knew.
The river called to him. He had always had a love for water. Perhaps he could reason with these cats, be allowed to stick around for a while. Learn to properly fish and swim. That had been his dream for a while. Now was the time to strike.
He came to a halt. Watched. Hid himself in a bush near the river, and watched from a distance. Hoping not to be noticed.
Redpaw stepped out of the Riverclan clearing in anger. She stalked away and she was sure that her adoptive father followed her. She walked, waiting to jear him behind her, but her father never came. She let out a slight sigh and continued on her way. The new scar from the thornbush by the river laid on her side. It no longer stang like it had done before especially since now it was starting to heal. Redpaw walked past the bush that Code was hiding, taking no notice of him until his scent filled her nostrils. She circled around the bush, sniffing a cat inside. "Why are you here! Your no clan cat!" snapped Redpaw even though deep down inside she was frightened.
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Redpaw stepped out of the Riverclan clearing in anger. She stalked away and she was sure that her adoptive father followed her. She walked, waiting to jear him behind her, but her father never came. She let out a slight sigh and continued on her way. The new scar from the thornbush by the river laid on her side. It no longer stang like it had done before especially since now it was starting to heal. Redpaw walked past the bush that Code was hiding, taking no notice of him until his scent filled her nostrils. She circled around the bush, sniffing a cat inside. "Why are you here! Your no clan cat!" snapped Redpaw even though deep down inside she was frightened.
Someone, or something, was coming his way. Code crouched even lower, hoping to StarClan that whatever it was wouldn't notice him. He wasn't particularly a believer of StarClan, but from what Ferretpaw had told him, he prayed to them now.
But it didn't work.
Standing up and stepping out of the book carefully, he looked at the cat in front of him with a sudden look of interest. His fright for being seen suddenly turned into curiosity, and he felt like circling and jumping around this new cat, inspect her. But he could see on her that she was not comfortable, perhaps even scared.
"Hi there! Uhm, name's Code. I'm just.. Passing through really. I'm no threat, I would never hurt anyone, I promise you. Just.. Don't put up any trouble about me being here, okay? I don't want anyone to get hurt.."
Crouching down a little as if to show that he was ready to leave should she want him to.
Someone, or something, was coming his way. Code crouched even lower, hoping to StarClan that whatever it was wouldn't notice him. He wasn't particularly a believer of StarClan, but from what Ferretpaw had told him, he prayed to them now.
But it didn't work.
Standing up and stepping out of the book carefully, he looked at the cat in front of him with a sudden look of interest. His fright for being seen suddenly turned into curiosity, and he felt like circling and jumping around this new cat, inspect her. But he could see on her that she was not comfortable, perhaps even scared.
"Hi there! Uhm, name's Code. I'm just.. Passing through really. I'm no threat, I would never hurt anyone, I promise you. Just.. Don't put up any trouble about me being here, okay? I don't want anyone to get hurt.."
Crouching down a little as if to show that he was ready to leave should she want him to.
Redpaw looked at the tom up and down to make sure that he wasn't going to attack her. When he crouched low she couldn't help, but let out a chuckle. "Who am I going tell. I don't like any of my clanmates except for my adoptive father, but we're not exactly on talking terms at the moment. This might be Riverclan terriry, but I believe we shouldn't have territories, but thats just how my adopted clan is like." meowed the apprentice. She shut her jaws tight, realizing that she had spoken to much and she didn't let the strange tom say anything back. Redpaw sat down patiently, waiting for the tom yo reply.
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Redpaw looked at the tom up and down to make sure that he wasn't going to attack her. When he crouched low she couldn't help, but let out a chuckle. "Who am I going tell. I don't like any of my clanmates except for my adoptive father, but we're not exactly on talking terms at the moment. This might be Riverclan terriry, but I believe we shouldn't have territories, but thats just how my adopted clan is like." meowed the apprentice. She shut her jaws tight, realizing that she had spoken to much and she didn't let the strange tom say anything back. Redpaw sat down patiently, waiting for the tom yo reply.
Code got up to a full stand again and peered at the apprentice, tilting his head. Soon, the curiosity took over him. He started to hyperly circle the molly, however not in an aggressive way at all. More an interested way. He inspected her closely.
"Adoptive clan? Are you not Clan born?"
His questions started rolling. He just couldn't help it. He was just so curious, and the fact that this cat acted friendly towards him just fueled his happiness. He wanted to ask so, so many more questions, but for now he gave her time to answer the two already asked. He didn't want to appear -too- annoying as a first impression. It was a good sign when someone was friendly towards him, and he always jumped at the chance to make new friends.
Code got up to a full stand again and peered at the apprentice, tilting his head. Soon, the curiosity took over him. He started to hyperly circle the molly, however not in an aggressive way at all. More an interested way. He inspected her closely.
"Adoptive clan? Are you not Clan born?"
His questions started rolling. He just couldn't help it. He was just so curious, and the fact that this cat acted friendly towards him just fueled his happiness. He wanted to ask so, so many more questions, but for now he gave her time to answer the two already asked. He didn't want to appear -too- annoying as a first impression. It was a good sign when someone was friendly towards him, and he always jumped at the chance to make new friends.
Redpaw nodded, "Im a former Kittypet that was taken into Riverclan by my adopted father Stormspirit." replied the apprentice. The apprentice felt happiness that an actual cat was talking to her. No cats in Riverclan except Stormspirit ever paid attention to her. "Are you a kittypet or a loner? Do you know anyone in a clan besides me now?" asked the young she-cat. Redpaw gave her chest fur a few pasdionate licks as she sat there.
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Redpaw nodded, "Im a former Kittypet that was taken into Riverclan by my adopted father Stormspirit." replied the apprentice. The apprentice felt happiness that an actual cat was talking to her. No cats in Riverclan except Stormspirit ever paid attention to her. "Are you a kittypet or a loner? Do you know anyone in a clan besides me now?" asked the young she-cat. Redpaw gave her chest fur a few pasdionate licks as she sat there.
Code started jumping a bit. This cat was actually answering his questions, unlike other cats, including his 'outsider' siblings. It made him very happy, someone who actually seemed to -want- to talk to him, for once.
"I'm Code, nice to meet you! I guess I am what you clan cats call a rogue, since I travel and don't have any strong beliefs in that whole StarClan thing everyone is taking about, but I consider myself more like a loner really. And yes, I have family in WindClan, in fact. Two sisters, but I only really speak to one of them. The other one is mean and snappy.. I could never imagine living in a clan, following all those boring rules.." he said, circling the younger cat quite eagerly still
Code started jumping a bit. This cat was actually answering his questions, unlike other cats, including his 'outsider' siblings. It made him very happy, someone who actually seemed to -want- to talk to him, for once.
"I'm Code, nice to meet you! I guess I am what you clan cats call a rogue, since I travel and don't have any strong beliefs in that whole StarClan thing everyone is taking about, but I consider myself more like a loner really. And yes, I have family in WindClan, in fact. Two sisters, but I only really speak to one of them. The other one is mean and snappy.. I could never imagine living in a clan, following all those boring rules.." he said, circling the younger cat quite eagerly still
Redpaw looked at Code with a smile. "My former name was Heart, but I wanted to start fresh so my name is Redpaw now." meowed the she-cat with a purr. She looked a bit taken back. "Im sorry I don't know why I just purred." apologized Redpaw.
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Re: RiverClan Territory
