RiverClan Territory

[vellichor]

// @implimm

Beanpaw
________

His paws quivered. His ears were flat against his head. Each pawstep carried him one step away from Sassafrasfire, and one step closer to the river. He could already hear the steady lapping at the banks. He weaved between a couple of trees, and beside some rocks. Suddenly, it was there. The river. The Clan’s namesake. The very thing standing between him and his warrior name.

The siamese’s heart pounded. He had seen cats fishing before. He distinctly remembered gazing in awe as a warrior hooked a fish out of the river with ease. Despite his lack of claws, this... this couldn’t be too hard, right?

The sun threatened to glare in his eyes as he tried to mimic the figures in his memories. Crouch-sit, check. Paw up, check. Eyes down, check. But... what exactly was he looking for? He’d seen a fish above water, like... dead, but what about in the water? Was it— OH! A silver glint caught his eye and he clumsily smacked his paw in the river. Even more surprising, He touched something! Ew! Something smooth and slimy! He had smacked the fish half onto the bank!! But before he could react any further, the creature flopped around. With a cry of alarm, he backed away, watching with wide eyes as the fish wriggled back into the river.

Darn.

Okay, so he knew the thing worked. He knew what to do. He knew what to look for. Aand.. he knew to smack it harder, so that it wouldn’t slip into the water again. Yeah. Whew. Okay. Yes. He could do this. He could do this. Furrowing his brows, he made sure to focus on the river. Only on the river. And... nothing. Well, he was getting a little uncomfortable, so maybe he could — AAAHHH! There was one!! Feeling more confident this time (but still pretty panicked), he slapped the fish with as much strength as he could muster. And WHEW!! It was LONG! It didn’t go too far, and flopped a lot more violently than the last one. "No! Get... get away from there!" He continued smacking the poor fish, too afraid to attempt a killing bite with those fins and stuff flapping around. Eventually, the fish stopped flopping and he finished it off. Woo! But... ouch! One of those dumb fins had cut his paw pad.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins. He did it! It was a... a trout, maybe? That seemed right. Yeah!! Woohoo!! Now... he needed to go through that whole process again. And his pad was starting to bother him, kinda. Oh well. He took up the position again, becoming increasingly annoyed at the sun. Anyway. It could take awhile for — OH STARS OH GOD OH THERES ANOTHER ONE. He tried to get it... and missed. Great. With a frustrated snort, Beanpaw shifted around and lifted his paw. Blue eyes focused on the flowing water. It wasn’t long before, another one! He went for the smack, but ended up slipping on some pebbles and landing in the water! Blegh! Now he was— WHAT. WAS. THAT. With a strangled gargle, he realized the fish!!! Was in!!! His mouth!!!! He chomped down and struggled out of the water, feeling the little guy flip and flop around. He crunched a little too hard, and the fish fell limp. Dropping the fish, He gazed upon his catches proudly. Two fish! He did it! Maybe he was soaking wet, and maybe the river water was making his cut burn a little. But!! He did it! Now, land prey was easy compared to this.

He opened his mouth to scent the air, trying to match smells to the fresh-kill pile like... like Grizz had taught him. No, NO. No time for that!! He scented mouse! Easy peasy. It seemed the creature was cowering under a scraggly bush. Dropping into a crouch, he gently crept across the ground, avoiding any extra crunchy leaves. Pawstep by pawstep he crept closer, until... aha! He pounced right on top of the mouse, killing it with his paws! Wait a minute, was he getting fat or something?? Nah, nah. No. NO. No. No way.

Carrying the mouse by its tail, he put them with the (somewhat battered) fish and... and now what? He couldn’t carry all this! Wait. Bury it! Duh. Geez. Digging a shallow hole by a nearby beech tree, he buried both fish and the mouse. Now, it was time for the other part.

Whew.

[vellichor]

// @implimm

Beanpaw
________

As he walked forward, venturing into more flat, treeless parts of the territory, he tried to recall the items he was to gather. Oh, yes! Shell, flower, feather! Yeah! He decided to hop over to the beach first. Sure, this was just an assessment. But maybe Beanpaw could find some shell that Sassafrasfire liked? What was their favorite color? He squinted, trying to recall if he knew or not. He was pretty sure he didn’t know, but, to be honest, he wished he did. He wished circumstances were different, he wished he was closer to Sassafras. They seemed like a good cat. But... it was just awkward.

He was so lost in thought, that the transition from grass to sand underpaw made him jump. What a brave warrior. Pfff. Aaanyway, shell. A pretty one, not a broken one. For Sassafras. For Sassafras. He poked around Lionsbeach, keeping his eyes peeled for pretty shells. Just then, an orange-ish one caught his eye. Yes! It was a good size, it was pretty, and it was only barely chipped! And, fire was orange, right? Yeah! Boom bam!

Carrying the token proudly in his mouth, Beanpaw trotted back onto the grass in search of a pretty feather or a flower. Well, this was going to be kind of difficult... most of the flowers were dead. Well, he decided he’d look for a feather. And if he found a flower on the way, then cool! Maybe a blue jay feather would be neat. It could match his eyes! That would be fun. Great Stars, his paw was starting to bother him again. Great. Setting the shell down delicately, he inspected his cut pad. There was some dirt and sand around it, no wonder! He gently licked the grit out of the wound and moved swiftly on. Time was ticking, and the sun was sliding down the sky. With the shell back securely in his mouth, his main purpose was to look for the other two things.

Flower, feather. Flower, feather. Feather, flower? Hmm. He was — ooh, what was that? Chattering birdsong caught his ear. There was a bird! On the ground! And it was a bright red! Woah! He’d only seen a couple of those on the fresh kill pile — was that a carb-nile? Card-null? Yea! a card-null! Setting the shell down yet again, he crept up SLOWLY. He had only watched Grizz catch a bird before. He’d never taken one on personally. Slowly... steady... And he pounced! The bird let out a screeching cry of alarm that was quickly silenced. Yes!! He did it!! He took a red and black tail feather from the bird. Haha, feather! Oh, uh, the bird... maybe he could bring it to Sassafrasfire too! That way they could know he was good at catching land prey, water prey, and air prey! Yeah!!

Flower, flower, flower, flower. Oh floooower, come on! Beanpaw scoured the area for any flowers, but to no avail. So, he plodded along, hyperaware of the sun’s position in the sky. Were assessments supposed to take this long?? Yeah, yeah. He was okay... The apprentice peeked under a bush, in the hoped that it may have protected some flowers from the bitter cold. And — YES!! It was a bright yellowish orange flower! Marigold, he thought! Cool! He quickly picked it and grabbed the rest of his loot — the bird, the shell, and the feather, and ran off. He could get the prey a bit later — all that mattered was finishing this!

[Fae]

Originally Posted by punkscape

They reached the river in good time, and the sun was still high in the sky as Mossygrove took a seat on the bank. She looked at the warrior, hoping he would speak first and have something to teach her. She was admittedly afraid to start a conversation with him, so she'd let him lead in the hunting for now.

Do you want to fish first or hunt? Its up to you. For now I'm gonna fish. ~rainpuddle walked over the river and started fish when he caught one . He threw into on shore and killed it

[gs29513]

Originally Posted by ~RooRoo~

As her sister beat her she slowed down as her sister stopped and skidded to a vault, she trotted instead beside her sisters steady pace, impatiently flicking her tail. So, what about Soot again? she was too groggy at the moment when she asked about Almond and Soot so she asked again. (No I have not, I want to wait until we get back to camp to do the rp, I want Splash with her) @gs29513

Pleased that she had managed to get her sister to slow herself down at least enough she wouldn't be hurting herself more seriously, Splashleap mewed She's a warrior now, which is cool. And we have younger siblings. Eelpaw and Brindlepaw. Who were nice enough she thought, if a bit disinterested in the rest of the family. Which she would understand if she hadn't been so attached to her sisters and made all her friends within her family.

[~RooRoo~]

We have younger siblings! she hesitated with these words, When we get back, I’d be (however old Splash is) moons old. Will I be a warrior or will eelpaw and brindlepaw be warriors before me. I could be an elder now if I wanted. You could hear the desperation in her voice and see sorrow fill her eyes with a faint glint of hope. @gs29513

[gs29513]

Yep, before mom.....disappeared. Splashleap hadn't loved her with all her heart, but it was disturbing to have her family going POOF all around her. Yeah, but that's not that old! I'M not old! she huffed, her eyes sparkling a bit. You'll be a warrior before them I think. After all, you already know all kinds of stuff! At the elder comment she giggled, taking it as a joke as it was hilariously soon to be thinking about that. We're not seventy moons old yet! We've got more than fifty moons before that happens you silly! Her sister was sad, which she didn't like, so the joke was her somewhat feeble attempt to cheer her up. @~RooRoo~

[~RooRoo~]

She gave a little chuckle. I guess. But, do you think I’ll be accepted back in the clan, with a new leader. she looked up and saw the camp. She sat down and sniffed in the familiar scents. She glanced at her sister and started walking again in a slower, unsteadily pace. @gs29513

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Rani

Slowly and with increasing amusement over the (rather stupid) near miss of a disaster Willowpaw broke into full blown giggle-snorts at her mentors comment. “Well now I feel kinda silly, that whole thing because I didn’t flex my paws! You cant tell anyone the can will never let me forget it if you do!” She joked (only partially as a self reassurance method) giggling some more before focusing again on her swimming. The tabby drew her paws through the water a bit experimentally jolting and playing trying to chase her own (nonexistant) tail when she discovered paddling one paw harder than the rest turned her in place. “This feels good! Like really good, it was scary before but this is fun and easier then I thought it’d be, is all swimming like this? What next, I wanna do more!” Willowpaw badgered getting rapidly more and more excited as she got into the flow of the activity looking up at Snowfern with an ecstatic grin. One of the good things about being young was that if suitably distracted trama faded fast and the disaster was already fading in the wake of these new discoveries and Willowpaw was a clear example of this, what may be a terrifying event faded fast even if it may linger more on the mind of older cats.

Slowly, Snowfern started to laugh along with Willowpaw, her warm smile only growing. She didn't show it - not that much, at least - but she was relieved beyond belief. If she hadn't figured out how to stay afloat, who knows what would've happened to her apprentice? The thought alone was enough to make her anxious, and she shook her head to rid the thought from her head. It was fine, everything was fine... Right? Yeah, right. ¨I wont tell anyone, i promise¨ She responded, forcing her voice to become light. A singular amber eye watched contently as the apprentice paddled in circles, though she couldn't deny that she was still on edge from the previous incident.

Ears pricking at the statement, she couldn't help but nod in agreement, ¨It does, doesn't it? I felt the same way when i was first taught how to swim, actually!¨ she mewed, fondly thinking back to her first swimming lesson. Creekleap had always been such a good mentor to her, but her heart throbbed when she remembered that her former mentor had gone missing moons ago... Once again, she forced herself to snap out of those thoughts. She had already spent enough time being sad over the disappearance of Creekleap, she had to focus on teaching willowpaw. ¨This is pretty much what swimming is. There's not much more to it, actually.¨ she mused, kicking off from the ground and paddling over to near where willowpaw was.

[Estelle]

Gingerfrost quirked an invisible brow as Sparrowskip muttered... Something. He turned to him, about to say.. Or mutter.. Something to him but got cut off. The young warrior, even him, was almost surprised by this sudden reaction - but one thing was clear, that something wasn't right. Whether plants could truly talk or not. Gingerfrost went after the other, coming to a halt next to him "Sparrowskip-" he meowed, a bit hesitantly going to nudge him up "perhaps you should go rest in your den.." the tom followed, once more in an audible mutter.

[ @:Grimmlin: ]

[Rani]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Slowly, Snowfern started to laugh along with Willowpaw, her warm smile only growing. She didn't show it - not that much, at least - but she was relieved beyond belief. If she hadn't figured out how to stay afloat, who knows what would've happened to her apprentice? The thought alone was enough to make her anxious, and she shook her head to rid the thought from her head. It was fine, everything was fine... Right? Yeah, right. ¨I wont tell anyone, i promise¨ She responded, forcing her voice to become light. A singular amber eye watched contently as the apprentice paddled in circles, though she couldn't deny that she was still on edge from the previous incident.

Ears pricking at the statement, she couldn't help but nod in agreement, ¨It does, doesn't it? I felt the same way when i was first taught how to swim, actually!¨ she mewed, fondly thinking back to her first swimming lesson. Creekleap had always been such a good mentor to her, but her heart throbbed when she remembered that her former mentor had gone missing moons ago... Once again, she forced herself to snap out of those thoughts. She had already spent enough time being sad over the disappearance of Creekleap, she had to focus on teaching willowpaw. ¨This is pretty much what swimming is. There's not much more to it, actually.¨ she mused, kicking off from the ground and paddling over to near where willowpaw was.

Hmmm say what you will about the bubbly apprentice but she wasnt all stupid and knew her mentor above all else. Snowfern wasnt all good and that would not stand with the bobtail not at all. It was time to cheer the lady up! With a small mischievous grin Willowpaw raised a paw out of the water and pushed it underwater with a splash. A splash ever so conveniently aimed straight at Snowferns face. "Oh whoops! Sorry about that it was a mistake!" Even by her tone and growing stupid grin it was obvious it was not a mistake.

A grin that reached full loon status when she did it again breaking into a full blown splash attack in an attempt to soak her mentor to the bone. Say what you will the splash fight she was attempting to start was doing wonders to give her the motivation to teach herself how to swim. Large pushes to get put room between the two cats so she could create larger splashes, quick turns and paddling around to get better angles and more efficient movements to make her assault that much easier. Round that out with the rancorous laughter complete with several instances of loud raspberries and several whines/taunts of "Snooooooooowfeeeeeeeern!!!!" before she eventually slowed down and calmed again paddling in place panting as she did so.

"This." huff "is." huff "the best!" the tabby despite her panting was defiantly not calling it quits determined to learn everything possible about her new favourite thing "Whats next, is there advanced swimming stuff? I wanna learn more then just paddling!"