RiverClan Territory

[Beamheart]

Originally Posted by Ivybush666

Please join, only one person though.
Info: Ivybush, gender and pronoun fluid, panromantic, warrior.

Ivybush scraped at moss growing by a big elm's roots. His bed was feeling lumpy and he wanted it to be softer and more fluffy so he slept well. Soon they had gathered a giant bundle of the soft moss. They tucked it under their chin and began walking back to camp. He couldn’t see very well, as there was a big bundle blocking his view, and he tripped on a tree root and twisted his right paw. He yelped as he fell forward, luckily the moss broke his fall. He sat up, but as soon as he put pressure on his right foot it stung. He leaned to his left paw and tested it, it was fine. He sighed in relief and gathered the moss back into a ball. They tucked under their chin again and tried to stand up, but failed. They bit their lip and scooted up against a tree. I’ll just rest for a bit and then try to head back… he sighed and gathered the moss around him, creating a makeshift nest. He laid down and rested his head on a tree root.

Opening her mouth to search for prey, Firelight caught the scent of her clanmate instead. Curious as to what Ivybush was doing, she approached his scent. Finding her clanmate laying on the ground, she paused in her tracks, becoming worried. "Hey, Ivybush! Why are you on the ground? Are you hurt?"

[Wingnettle]

Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes

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Rainglow... and Amberbright... Two names that didn't sound familiar at all to Mintpaw's ears. But again, she didn't have many acquaintances even in her own clan. Do I feel alone? For the first time, the apprentice couldn't reply to herself.

Slatestripe seemed so wise. He was brave, skilled and sincere; but at the same time he'd just admitted he also made mistakes sometimes. Mintpaw couldn't imagine the dark warrior ever making mistakes, but she knew that was impossible. Her blue haze traveled over her shape and into the distance, where the river disappeared as a black spot under the dark blue sky.

"How was apprenticeship for you..?"

[ @Cherry~ ]

[occultation]

Slatestripe chuckled at the question of his apprenticeship. He had a feeling Mintpaw wouldn’t believe him if he told her. “I was a pretty reckless, adventurous apprentice. One time, a kit went missing from our camp. I got the idea to bring a fish out of camp and walk around with it, in the hopes that its strong odor would be caught by the kit’s nose. If the kit smelled it, I figured it would recognize it as a scent from home and be drawn to it.

“Well, I didn’t know the territory too well at that point. So, I got lost. RiverClan found the kit long before they found me. I was missing for an entire day. When I got back to camp, the Clan was quite furious at me. They’d wasted time and resources searching for me, and I caused another headache at a time when they really didn’t need one.” He chuckled. “I got confined to camp for half a moon as punishment. I remember, one of the elders told me that it was a good idea, but that I should’ve gone to my mentor with it.”

He twitched his good ear. “I didn’t find it very amusing back then, although I think some of the older warriors did. Now, I find it hilarious.” More sternly, he said, “But don’t be dumb and reckless like I was. I’ve got funny stories like that, and times where I could’ve died.”

( @Wingnettle )

[Wingnettle]

Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes

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Mintpaw watched, her mind absorbed by Slatestripe voice recalling old memories when he was called Slatepaw. Reckless... but still smart. "...Your prey could've caught another predator's attention." She realized. What were the other times he was on the verge of death? Did he use to put himself in dangerous situation often?

He nodded at the warrior's warning, but she was sure that Slatestripe didn't really think she would do such silly mistakes. Unlike other young cats, Mintpaw knew her limits very well and would not trespass them if not for a good reason.

"Have you ever seen a pike?" She had only heard stories about the vicious, huge fish and knew they were pretty rare here close to Riverclan camp. But she couldn't imagine a kind of prey being so scary... and why Pikestar had chosen to be named after them. Could cats catch it, if they wanted?

[ @Cherry~ ]

[occultation]

Slatestripe nodded. “I’ve seen a few pike in my life. I’ve never caught one, but I honestly think you’d need a few warriors to catch one of those. I’ve always admired them from a distance, since I don’t have that much of a death wish that I’d get close to one. Those teeth look like they’d hurt!”

He paused, thinking back to a time several moons ago now. “Briefly, I experimented with some way that a cat could catch a pike on their own. I never put any of my ideas into practice, but I still think about them every now and again.” He chuckled. “Though, I’m not sure how great they’d be in real life!”

Slatestripe wasn’t surprised that Pikestar chose to name himself after the predatory fish. It was strong, resilient, and commanding. If Slatestripe ever changed his name, he’d want to pick something with those qualities to name himself after.

( @Wingnettle )

[taillow]

Otterfluff
It was easy enough to chase after Beastgrowl - the overgrown kit was yowling about harming Birdpaw and Fawnpaw. As if he'd be able to get through the barricade of claws that would rain down upon him and his disgusting, vile actions. It all flashed through his mind again; sliding up next to Birdpaw, making her uncomfortable, a warrior and an apprentice, him knowing clearly how wrong that was... Otterfluff had to shake his head to clear the red that was beginning to outline his vision.

Just as they reached the border to RiverClan territory he stopped and watched as the coward took off. "Come back and I'll shred you." His voice was loud, confident and commanding as it shook the foliage around him. There was a fire in the former shields' eyes, one that if any cat saw would send terror straight to their heart. It was fixated on the spot where the fox-hearted piece of dung had disappeared, and Otterfluff gave a lash of his tail. He'd sit here and wait. Going off of RiverClan land was not a smart move, especially with the rogue problem lately. He was a formidable fighter, but being outnumbered was a different story. So he would wait. Patience was something he had in spades.

"Go back to Pikestar, let him know that Beastgrowl is off the territory. I'm going to patrol this area until night fall. Because if I see that maggot anywhere near our border I am shredding him." His gaze did not once leave the area that the overgrown kit had ran off into, still narrowed, though his voice was calm. He gave a single flick of his tail as if to let Fogcloud know it was alright to head back.

[ @oleander ]

[perseus.]

☄. *. ⋆ Fogcloud

His yowling sounds like he is overgrown kit, and he truly thinks he would even get close to the two apprentices without him getting rip to shreds is ridiculous. Fogcloud's ears had pinned back and their fur had started to raise as they had chased out Beastgrowl, they let Otterfluff do the talking. They were much more an attack first and talk later type of cat.

Their pupils had been narrowed into slits as they let out a deep snarl after Beastgrowl leaving, showing that truly she wouldn't be backing down at all especially if Beastgrowl dared to try and come back.

Once the exiled warrior was out of sight, their fur calmed down slightly though the burning fire in their hazel eyes did not, and they turned their gaze toward the brown warrior nodding, "Be careful, we don't need to loose another warrior." She lightly flicked his shoulder with her tail before turning around and quickly making their way back to the camp.

[ @birdie ]

[Wingnettle]

Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes

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So he's seen one. "How do they look? How are their scales?" she asked more easily now, following the flow of her curiosity arising with every new story she heard.
Mintpaw knew that Slatestripe was smart, so she wasn't surprised when he told her that he'd actually come up with a few ways to catch them. She wondered if such a try was even worth it, but right now that didn't matter. She was too curious to hear his ideas. "Please, tell me how you would catch a pike." She asked calmly, her wide eyes peering into his with genuine interest.

[ @Cherry~ ]

[Madelaine]

Marigoldleap
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Female[she/her]

Once she saw that the two cats made their way over she nodded her head before heading out into the territory. She was still a bit stressed, but with two of her clanmates it kind of calmed her down a tiny bit. She did though look around. She didn't say anything even though she should have. She was just very focused on the task at hand. Perhaps that was why she was stressed. She needed to talk.

Marigoldleap looked at the two. "If you see anything that resembles what we're looking for let me know.", she meowed. Her throat was dry. The stress was kind of getting to her head. Maybe it was best she stayed quiet for now. The molly kept her eyes focused to find either Catmint or borage. She made sure to stay alert in case the other two found anything.

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@canineantics; @oleander
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[Moxie Foxy]

Lynx- small 3 moon old tomkit, orange tabby with 6 toes and a thumb like toe mutation, yellow eyes-

Lynx found a puddle and splashed about in it, squealing happily as he got water on his face. his stumpy tail tuft wiggled slowly behind him. Lynx loved to play in puddles but right then all his happiness came to a pause as a flash of memory quite distant but painful flashed in his mind, a memory of his family before they left, saying he was a freak, though lynx didn't care, at least he tried not to, after all, if they couldn't love him for himself then why bother with them at all? the goofy kit went on with his puddle pouncing, not at all paying attention to anything...