Jeez, barely after Tawnybird had finished the announcements, (why was he doing the anyways?) Ravenskip was already shouting even though he was a few tail-lengths away! Not wanting to be rude and show how nervous he was, he said a quick "Coming Ravenskip!", and padded towards her. This would definitely be an interesting patrol,,,
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Originally Posted by -Ash-
Ravenskip
"Prowlingsun! Fawnpaw!" Ravenskip called. The jet-black she-cat stared out into the vast ThunderClan camp, where cats were just laying around instead of doing anything useful. At least Tawnybird has some sense, calling patrols! "You heard Tawnybird, get over here! She was growing impatient; she just wanted to go make sure the scummy cats across the border who called themselves a Clan weren't up to anything. How could RiverClan be a real Clan with a leader as mouse-brained as Kestrelstar? "Hurry up!"
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Prowlingsun ignored Ravenskip's attitude - she knew the warrior just wanted to make sure RiverClan wasn't trying anything fishy (pun totally intended, those mangey fish-eaters!) The golden bengal mix trotted up to her patrolmates. "Ready when you are," she meowed awkwardly. She wasn't really accustomed to talking to cats, even if they were her Clanmates.
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"Oh, so someone's finally speechless." The corners of his mouth upturned in a cruel smile. Any guilt he may have felt previously had since vanished, his words dripping with every bit of venom he could muster. "I have to say, it suits you."
He was done with this. He'd won this little spat and that was good enough for him. With a lash of his tail, he turned to tuck himself into his nest, feeling content with himself. Maybe she'd shut up from now on. And if she went running to Whitewolf - well, he couldn't wait to get a kick out of that. He tucked his paws beneath him and buried his nose into the moss.
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Sunclaw gave a yawn as he stared blankly across the clearing. Life had been rather strange for him lately and he had grown extremely lax, with his quota of normal conversations dropping drastically. His eyes narrowed, surveying the cats he had known from his life - or the cats he just didn’t bother to remember the names of.
Whichever it was, Sunclaw was bored terribly and it was gnawing at him. Maybe someone around wouldn’t mind spending an pinch of time with a conversation.
Sunclaw gave a yawn as he stared blankly across the clearing. Life had been rather strange for him lately and he had grown extremely lax, with his quota of normal conversations dropping drastically. His eyes narrowed, surveying the cats he had known from his life - or the cats he just didn’t bother to remember the names of.
Whichever it was, Sunclaw was bored terribly and it was gnawing at him. Maybe someone around wouldn’t mind spending an pinch of time with a conversation.
(Would Whitewolf approaching be okay with you? I can write it up in an hour or so)
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Moonstep had finally got a day where she could rest for abit. she padded into the nursery curling up in her bed wondering where Fiercekit had gone, she was proud of him and how he was growing up in thunderclan ever since she brought him in. she felt she finally acomplished something with that at lest. she then sighed laying her head on her paws thinking to herself for abit as she relaxed.
"I know that!" Houndkit spat. "That's what every cat keeps telling me! 'Houndkit, honey, your Mommy's gone. But she's in a better place now, it's okay.' I KNOW DOGSPIRIT IS GONE!" She snarled at Whitewolf, twisting her body to be angled even farther away. That doesn't mean I can't be upset! Why is everyone telling me that it's okay?! It's okay to be upset, stop trying to make me feel better! Unless you can bring Dogspirit back you're going to have to put up with this. Or if you can't handle some actual emotion, maybe you should just give up and let me fend for myself!
Why couldn't Whitewolf understand?! She clawed t the ground. Whitewolf wasn't Mom, never would be. Houndkit had a Mom, and it was Dogspirit. It always would be. But Mom was dead, and Houndkit could take care of herself.
For -Skyfall- (Houndkit)
Of course Whitewolf hadn't meant it that way. She herself had lost both her parents, albeit at different ages, and she hadn't known her mother at all since she was sickly and died kitting. It was Stagheart--her uncle--who'd raised her, but she didn't see him as any less her father because her biological mother had never been there.
"You can be upset for as long as you need to be," Whitewolf told Houndkit. Truthfully, she'd assumed Houndkit was still in denial about Dogspirit's death. But now it seemed both she and Bumblekit are angry. "I just want you to know you can come to me with your feelings. One day, when you're an Apprentice, I can take you to where your mother was buried. You can sit and...talk to her."
Whitewolf hoped Houndkit hadn't quite noticed her trailing off. Sometimes, Whitewolf still went to her family's gravesite at the Firefly Cove from time to time to ask their spirits for advice. Of course they didn't reply, but maybe Houndkit would be interested in that sort of thing anyway.
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- Turtlekt - "I am shy, and I hate it!", Turtlekit whined. "I'm never able to talk to anyone!" Picking up her mossball and chucking it on the ground, she watched as it rolled away, too angry to pick it up again. She looked up at Whitewolf. Her face was filled with anger, but also... sadness. Her only wish was to be able to play with others, but it seemed to never come true.
For Spoopy Eclipse (Turtlekit) For @Lavender'fur (Sunkit)
Whitewolf wasn't necessarily an advocate for pushing cats out of their comfort zones, especially kits. But it sounded to her like Turtlekit needed some tough love. She turned to look at Sunkit, wondering if Turtlekit would actually talk if Whitewolf set up a playdate for her.
"Hey, Sunkit," said Whitewolf. "Have you ever played mossball?"
She looked back at Turtlekit with a slight smile. "All you have to do is play. Pretend it's me, alright?"
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Sunclaw gave a yawn as he stared blankly across the clearing. Life had been rather strange for him lately and he had grown extremely lax, with his quota of normal conversations dropping drastically. His eyes narrowed, surveying the cats he had known from his life - or the cats he just didn’t bother to remember the names of.
Whichever it was, Sunclaw was bored terribly and it was gnawing at him. Maybe someone around wouldn’t mind spending an pinch of time with a conversation.
For Bright Sun (Sunclaw)
Since Whitewolf had begun assisting with preparations in case of an attack from RiverClan, she had been making a tremendous effort to get to know some more of her Clanmates better. Sunclaw was a pretty young Warrior; Whitewolf didn't know him well at all. So she decided to approach him when she caught him alone.
"Good day, Sunclaw. How are you fairing?"
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After her resurrection from the Dark Forest, Whitewolf has not been the same. This once loyal and honorable senior Warrior is now back with a vendetta--be aware that any new interactions with her will likely reflect a hostile and/or dangerous mentality.
Please note that Tigerpaw's racist, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist opinions do not reflect my own. Be aware her views are very bigoted before requesting roleplay with her.
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