RiverClan Territory

[Lilac]

Originally Posted by CactusHeart

Obsidians eyes brightened as he saw the Molly. He had watched her hunt many times before, and was astounded by her hunting skills. By that and her beauty. He thought this might be the time to confront her. He dropped from the tree, licked his pelt, and walked up to FeatherStorm. “Uhh, hello? I’m obsidian, and I’ve been watching you hunt for a while!” He meowed getting closer to the Molly.

Featherstorm jumped, hearing someone come up behind her. The little fish swam away quickly, dashing her hopes of catching it. Sure it wouldn’t have been a gigantic meal, but it still would’ve fed someone. Angrily she she turned around to face the cat that had disturbed her hunt. Once she looked at him, she had a hard time staying mad. He was sort of handsome, kind of cute. She pushed away the thought though, trying to keep focus.

“Did you have to sneak up on me like that? I almost had that fish!” She said angrily. As he started to advance towards her, she backed away. She almost felt guilty for what she was doing. But she didn’t know who this tom was, what he would do, or where he was from. And his words were frightening her. “What do you mean you’ve been watching me? Are you some sort of stalker?” She said angrily. She didn’t let any of her fear shine through, and held herself strong. Taking a deep breath, she realized something she hadn’t before. His scent was off. “So, Obsidian, you don’t smell like a Riverclan cat. You don’t even smell like a clan cat! What are you? A rouge? A loner? What are you doing on Riverclan territory?!”

[CactusHeart]

Originally Posted by Lilac

Featherstorm jumped, hearing someone come up behind her. The little fish swam away quickly, dashing her hopes of catching it. Sure it wouldn’t have been a gigantic meal, but it still would’ve fed someone. Angrily she she turned around to face the cat that had disturbed her hunt. Once she looked at him, she had a hard time staying mad. He was sort of handsome, kind of cute. She pushed away the thought though, trying to keep focus.

“Did you have to sneak up on me like that? I almost had that fish!” She said angrily. As he started to advance towards her, she backed away. She almost felt guilty for what she was doing. But she didn’t know who this tom was, what he would do, or where he was from. And his words were frightening her. “What do you mean you’ve been watching me? Are you some sort of stalker?” She said angrily. She didn’t let any of her fear shine through, and held herself strong. Taking a deep breath, she realized something she hadn’t before. His scent was off. “So, Obsidian, you don’t smell like a Riverclan cat. You don’t even smell like a clan cat! What are you? A rouge? A loner? What are you doing on Riverclan territory?!”

Obsidian frowned. “I saw you hunting once.. and I watched every time! You have a schedule, don’t you?” He meowed, backing away. “I thought you were kinda pretty.. so.” He meowed, cocking his head. “I didn’t know you didn’t want me to watch..” He meowed

[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by toodlesteddy

Mere moments had passed when, suddenly, the Tom came into view through the greenery. He was large... taller than her, though that wasn’t a very impressive feat. His fur was well-groomed and tidy, much to Ashstorm’s surprise. She had never seen a loner in person before, and this cat was breaking all the stereotypes her mind had created for the group. Quickly, the cat analyzed her situation. It was her job, as a warrior, to confront those trespassing in her territory; she knew this, and yet her stomach sank at the thought of hurting the perpetrator. She was an active pacifist—as a kit, she had gone nearly a half-moon without eating because the thought of killing something was “totally barbaric.” Even now, she maintained a strict code of morals when it came to hunting: she would only kill elder animals or those that were injured, and never a female. These rules were only broken in the most desperate of times.

As she observed the cat from afar, she felt an innate sense that he wasn't there to cause trouble. What should she do? Should she trust her gut, or follow the rules of her Clan? She knew what the answer to that question was, but somehow, she couldn’t follow through with attacking the Tom. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t confront him.

Heart hammering in her chest, Ashstorm made her way quietly through the thick vegetation before coming to a halt just yards behind the cat. “Welcome to RiverClan. Anything I can assist you with?” Her voice rang softly through the forest, barely louder than the babbling of the river, but it was laden with a coquettish charm.

His ears perked up as he heard leaves brush against fur not far behind where he was standing. Allister turned while the stranger had been speaking and his green gaze examined the she-cat. From what she said he guessed that she was a warrior for Riverclan. "Welcome? Well isn't that new." He took a few pawsteps closer, his gaze sparkling with curiosity. Already she had interested him with her peaceful approach, so far he hadn't had an encounter like this. "Well at the moment I am not in need of assistance, I was simply using that nifty river of yours to wash my pelt." Allister continued to analyze the she-cat, "What makes you different from all those brutes?" He inquired, tail waving carelessly in the air.

[toodlesteddy]

Originally Posted by ConfusedCas

His ears perked up as he heard leaves brush against fur not far behind where he was standing. Allister turned while the stranger had been speaking and his green gaze examined the she-cat. From what she said he guessed that she was a warrior for Riverclan. "Welcome? Well isn't that new." He took a few pawsteps closer, his gaze sparkling with curiosity. Already she had interested him with her peaceful approach, so far he hadn't had an encounter like this. "Well at the moment I am not in need of assistance, I was simply using that nifty river of yours to wash my pelt." Allister continued to analyze the she-cat, "What makes you different from all those brutes?" He inquired, tail waving carelessly in the air.

Ashstorm’s ears perked as her companion spoke, and she felt the knot in her stomach dissipate. This was quite interesting. Weren’t loners supposed to be filthy neanderthals? She wondered this for a moment, before the tom seemed to read her mind, and asked a similar question.

The she-cat chortled softly. “Isn’t it obvious?” She posed, circling the tom, her yellow gaze holding his own with intensity. “My sparkling personality.” She allowed her tail to flick as she padded behind him, the very tip waggling just before his nose.

“The river is quite lovely at this time of day, isn’t it? Good eating too; I’d highly suggest the salmon, if that’s your fancy. I personally prefer vole, but to each their own.” Though her tone was breezy and carefree, her heart hammered loudly in her chest. She knew that to not immediately apprehend the visitor was against just about every rule that the Clans held, and yet, she felt a thrill in their repartee that was impossible to kill.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Jasperpelt was so nervous, he nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard Lotusheart’s voice. He’d taken great care to groom himself earlier, so that his pelt would be nice and sleek and shiny… and he’d been working on speaking without a stammer, he was making surprisingly good progress on that… do I have enough flowers? There aren’t that many now, it’s kinda late in the season - no, no, I’m sure there’s enough. She likes flowers right? She cats love that kind of thing! This will impress her, won’t it? He wanted to make sure that everything was in it’s proper place before he continued onwards. ”Lotusheart! It’s… so good… to see you!” He had to pause in between some of the words, over-enunciating them in his awkward hopes of speaking without tripping over his own speech, like he often did, and a smile broke out on his features when he realized he’d been able to speak better than usual. Especially for being nervous! ”You’re doing… good, right? And the kits… are they good?” It was a poorly constructed sentence, but it was hard for Jasperpelt to think on the fly. He was stalling, partly, but he did also care about the wellbeing of his best friend and her adoptive litter.

The place around them was rather pretty, lots of flowers and undergrowth in general. A small smile crossed her face as her green hues scanned the area around them. Then they focused on Jasperpelt, her ears perked at the nervous chit-chat he tried to make. "Yes, yes. They're fine and I'm fine," she replied, her head giving him a small tilt now. "What about you, Jasperpelt, are you okay?" she inquired. Now that she thought of it, she realized that it was strange of him to have her meet somewhere and normally he wasn't this nervous. What was going on?

[thelivingparadox]

Snowkit was wandering around the camp, his fluffy fur blowing in the cool breeze.

[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by toodlesteddy

Ashstorm’s ears perked as her companion spoke, and she felt the knot in her stomach dissipate. This was quite interesting. Weren’t loners supposed to be filthy neanderthals? She wondered this for a moment, before the tom seemed to read her mind, and asked a similar question.

The she-cat chortled softly. “Isn’t it obvious?” She posed, circling the tom, her yellow gaze holding his own with intensity. “My sparkling personality.” She allowed her tail to flick as she padded behind him, the very tip waggling just before his nose.

“The river is quite lovely at this time of day, isn’t it? Good eating too; I’d highly suggest the salmon, if that’s your fancy. I personally prefer vole, but to each their own.” Though her tone was breezy and carefree, her heart hammered loudly in her chest. She knew that to not immediately apprehend the visitor was against just about every rule that the Clans held, and yet, she felt a thrill in their repartee that was impossible to kill.

A smile appeared on the toms muzzle, surprised at her charm. He had gotten so used to the basic 'this clan territory' speech. It was like a breath of fresh air when speaking to the she-cat.
"Hmm, yes, well I prefer my food to be dry but I agree, the river is quite a sight." Allister didn't let his green gaze waver from the warrior as she circled him, focused not out of wariness but from the bubbling curiosity inside him. "Can I ask you a question? Well, I suppose I should start off asking your name." His voice was smooth and unwavering when he spoke. He was glad that they were closer now so he didn't need to raise his voice as it didn't seem very polite to yell at the welcoming stranger.

[toodlesteddy]

Originally Posted by ConfusedCas

A smile appeared on the toms muzzle, surprised at her charm. He had gotten so used to the basic 'this clan territory' speech. It was like a breath of fresh air when speaking to the she-cat.
"Hmm, yes, well I prefer my food to be dry but I agree, the river is quite a sight." Allister didn't let his green gaze waver from the warrior as she circled him, focused not out of wariness but from the bubbling curiosity inside him. "Can I ask you a question? Well, I suppose I should start off asking your name." His voice was smooth and unwavering when he spoke. He was glad that they were closer now so he didn't need to raise his voice as it didn't seem very polite to yell at the welcoming stranger.

Ashstorm's brow raised in interest. Circling back around, she responded as she sat down opposite the tom. "Ashstorm, at your service," she meowed, quite matter-of-factly. Her maw morphed into a cheeky smile. "And I believe you just did ask me a question... but I would allow another, in exchange for your name." Her tail flicked to and fro, playful and easy, as she spoke. She lifted a small, dainty grey paw to give it a swipe with her tongue, waiting nonchalantly for his answer.

[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by toodlesteddy

Ashstorm's brow raised in interest. Circling back around, she responded as she sat down opposite the tom. "Ashstorm, at your service," she meowed, quite matter-of-factly. Her maw morphed into a cheeky smile. "And I believe you just did ask me a question... but I would allow another, in exchange for your name." Her tail flicked to and fro, playful and easy, as she spoke. She lifted a small, dainty grey paw to give it a swipe with her tongue, waiting nonchalantly for his answer.

A chuckle escaped his maw, Well isn't she quite the talker. "Allister's the name." He waited for a moment after replying, thinking about how he would phrase the question on his mind. "Do you enjoy this clan life of yours? Doesn't it feel... Restraining?" From what little the tom knew about the groups he was aware of the hierarchy. He found it hard to respect another cat when they don't think for themselves and instead mindlessly follow orders, at least that's how he perceived most clan cats. But of course Ashtorm was different, he wouldn't be asking her this if she wasn't.

[toodlesteddy]

Originally Posted by ConfusedCas

A chuckle escaped his maw, Well isn't she quite the talker. "Allister's the name." He waited for a moment after replying, thinking about how he would phrase the question on his mind. "Do you enjoy this clan life of yours? Doesn't it feel... Restraining?" From what little the tom knew about the groups he was aware of the hierarchy. He found it hard to respect another cat when they don't think for themselves and instead mindlessly follow orders, at least that's how he perceived most clan cats. But of course Ashtorm was different, he wouldn't be asking her this if she wasn't.

The she-cat opened her mouth, ready to respond with a shallow, charismatic remark, but stopped when she felt the weight of his words settle. What? She paused for a moment, letting the question sit with her, paw still in the air from her little grooming session. "I, uh..." She murmured, voice low and smoky. She knew how she should respond. "How dare you! Clan life is liberating! It's community, it's love, it's alliance! It's the best home for any cat! However, that wasn't what she truly thought. That wasn't how she felt. And she had the sense that she shouldn't lie to this cat, whoever he was. His being a loner cast aside, he was perhaps the most intriguing cat she'd ever met, including her Clanmates. She didn't want to lose that, and she had too much integrity to be dishonest to his face. So, she chose her words carefully, but spoke her truth.

"I don't know if I enjoy it," she said simply. "Of course, I like the free meals and shelter, but... I feel--I feel crushed." Ashstorm paused to take a breath. Every logical bone in her body was screaming at her to shut up, but now that she had opened the floodgates, the water was rushing out. "I feel flat. I feel like every ounce of individuality that I have has been beaten out of me since the day I was born. I feel... I feel lonely." She let out a bitter laugh. "I'm surrounded by other cats all the day long, and I feel completely alone. I want to live my life. I want to run through the forest and not care whether or not I'm crossing any Clan borders. I want to be able to catch my own prey and devour it right then and there, not take it back to camp and give it to an elder who hasn't gotten off their rump in moons. I feel alone, and I feel... I do feel restrained, yes." She let her words hang in the air, in shock at the outpouring of emotion that she had just experienced.