RiverClan Territory

[gs29513]

Wow, this apprentice was a smart one, something her timid nature hadn't shown, but Splashleap wasn't about to complain. When she was called......Splashotter? she was a bit confused, but figured she must have been confused with another cat. Oh well. She wasn't going to argue. And it WAS very good. Except for the dipping of the right shoulder, but that was fairly minor, and wouldn't affect the hunting as long as she didn't make clunky noises. Her voice a purr, she mewed It's very good! Practice moving around a bit in it, and then we can find some prey! @~dust~

[ghostwriter]

@Siren Bliss

Harlow was exhausted. The little ginger and white she-cat had traversed across dense pine forests, oak groves, and now found herself at the mouth of a roaring river. She was aware of the presence of Clan cats, and had heard many stories of their ferocity and territorial nature. A particular rogue named Sirius, whom she had met near the ShadowClan border, had some particularly strong opinions on the inherent nastiness of Clan cats. However, she didn’t care. She was relentless—something had been ruthlessly stolen from her, and she believed that these Clan cats might have answers. She was a relatively benign cat, and so far had not instigated any skirmishes.
Harlow was a small cat with a predominantly white pelt, and patches of ginger tabby dappling her back. She had large, almond shaped amber eyes, and her right ear had been savagely ripped off by a dog. She was thin and haggard looking in her present situation, having travelled relentlessly with little time to hunt. She padded down to the riverbank to drink, tail twitching gently as she lapped cool water from an eddy at the rivermouth.
“You may not know it, but you are trespassing.”
Harlow spooked, spinning around to face the source of the comment. Behind her was a tall, lean, marbled ginger tabby tom, his sharp teal eyes narrowed and unreadable.
“I...I know. You must be a RiverClan warrior.” She replied. He was slick and muscular, his limbs toned with hard sinew.
“Indeed. Then, I must ask, if you know this is RiverClan territory, and you know I am a RiverClan warrior, why would you risk your hide trespassing?” Larkstripe asked. His tone was more curious than confrontational, which made Harlow relax some.
“I’m looking for someone. A young cat, I’m his mother. He was separated from me, and I haven’t seen him in a very long time, but he is my only surviving kit, and I would do anything to know that he is safe. He once went by the name Rascal. He’s a very special cat, he always was...he has unusual abilities.” Harlow explained, almost desperately.
Larkstripe’s eyes widened, “Tinypaw...” he murmured.

(If you would like Tinypaw to walk in on their conversation, they aren’t far from camp, or, I can have Lark lead Harlow to camp.)

[~dust~]

Originally Posted by gs29513

Wow, this apprentice was a smart one, something her timid nature hadn't shown, but Splashleap wasn't about to complain. When she was called......Splashotter? she was a bit confused, but figured she must have been confused with another cat. Oh well. She wasn't going to argue. And it WAS very good. Except for the dipping of the right shoulder, but that was fairly minor, and wouldn't affect the hunting as long as she didn't make clunky noises. Her voice a purr, she mewed It's very good! Practice moving around a bit in it, and then we can find some prey! @~dust~

She smiled and began to perk up a bit.

Thanks!

She then moved around sliding on her paws looking so natural. Lotuspaw was happy this felt natural to her unlike the horrible fighting. She flexed her shoulders and slid her tail on the ground. It had made a noise

this is good splash-ott-leap

relived she was smiled agian her face lighting up.

[Madelaine]

[ @Larkstripe; ]

Tinypaw was right inside camp when he heard a couple cats talking. He recognized one as Larkstripe, but the other one was foreign to him. He walked over to the two, seeing that the other was a outsider. Tinypaw was confused why she was here. "Who ya talking to Larkstripe?", the small tom asked. He stayed close to Larkstripe. He didn't know this cat at all.

[ghostwriter]

@Siren Bliss

Larkstripe tensed in alarm. He had no idea how to respond—not only was he having a discussion with a loner in RiverClan territory; he was entirely unsure how Harlow and Tinykit’s reunion would play out. The warrior hesitated, ears flattened, fumbling for words.
Harlow’s amber eyes widened in shock, relief, and awe, and she tentatively stepped forward, “R-Rascal...” she murmured, voice cracking with emotion, “Do you remember me?”

[gs29513]

Originally Posted by ~dust~

She smiled and began to perk up a bit.

Thanks!

She then moved around sliding on her paws looking so natural. Lotuspaw was happy this felt natural to her unlike the horrible fighting. She flexed her shoulders and slid her tail on the ground. It had made a noise

this is good splash-ott-leap

relived she was smiled agian her face lighting up.

So yes, this was going much better than it would have if it was Stripepaw learning, so Splashleap was calling this a day of positivism for now. For now. With a purr and a motion for Lotuspaw to hop out of the crouch, she mewed That's very good, but before you can catch land prey, you need one more thing. The actual prey! Why don't you think like you're a mouse. Where would you be? And most importantly, where are you right now, that you can smell? Because after all, you couldn't catch a mouse without finding one first, and they definitely didn't have one yet. There was probably one in the bushes a few foxlengths away, but that was for Lotuspaw to tell her. @~dust~

[~dust~]

Originally Posted by gs29513

So yes, this was going much better than it would have if it was Stripepaw learning, so Splashleap was calling this a day of positivism for now. For now. With a purr and a motion for Lotuspaw to hop out of the crouch, she mewed That's very good, but before you can catch land prey, you need one more thing. The actual prey! Why don't you think like you're a mouse. Where would you be? And most importantly, where are you right now, that you can smell? Because after all, you couldn't catch a mouse without finding one first, and they definitely didn't have one yet. There was probably one in the bushes a few foxlengths away, but that was for Lotuspaw to tell her. @~dust~

Well it was kinda chilly outside and she had seen some frost on the tip of the grass.

If i where a mouse I’d be somewhere warm

she looked around and spotted a bush then she meowed

in there I would be in that bush.

Putting her nose to the sky she sniffed smelled like wet grass and then Turing her head toward the bush she smelt a mouse. She whispered

There is one in there.

she was very excited to catch this piece of prey and waited for splashleap to give the signal.

[Madelaine]

[ @Larkstripe; ]

Tinypaw heard a voice in his head that sounded just like hers. He did remember when he told Larkstrpe. The voices of cats he knew or used to know. He remembered his name too, but all this time he thought that one she-cat. The one that ditched him was his mother. "Your voice sounds familiar and you smell like a cat I knew when I was small.", Tinypaw meowed.

[ghostwriter]

@Siren Bliss

Larkstripe stepped aside, allowing Harlow to step forward.
“She says she’s been looking for you.” The half-Clan warrior mewed.
Harlow fought to resist the urge to immediately bury her nose in his pelt, to touch her nose to his—she didn’t want to overwhelm him, “Yes, he’s right...many moons ago, you were stolen from me...taken, by fox hearted rogues who wanted their own kits and stole you from me. When I finally caught up to them...you were no longer in their possession. I’ve travelled across the territories searching for you, hoping you might have found a home with the Clan cats.” She explained desperately.

[ghostwriter]

@::Blood Moon~::

At the far edge of the RiverClan border, a lone warrior stalked through the high grass, where the pines gave way to meadows and eventually riverbanks. The long haired calico she-cat was Tallfern, a young ShadowClan warrior following the scent of a wounded pheasant through the labyrinth of brush. Her tail twitched idly behind her, unaware that she had slipped over the borderline.