RiverClan Clearing

[Reptilian Cabinets]

FireMist ran into the clearing, "Oh, thank StarClan! I'm home!" he yowled, and ran to the fresh kill pile. "Oh! How I missed fish! That disgusting diet of frogs and salamanders was the worst thing ever! How does ShadowClan do it?" The tom grabbed a salmon and went to go lay down in the sun. @BILL.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Redtalon

“It’s the first time I’ve heard it out loud,” Stormtalon replied, still amused at the medicine cat's antics as he rolled into a slow, casual stretch. “The cats who think so keep it to themselves to be polite, or something..” The tomcat’s dismissive tone indicated he did not care about this in the slightest.

The grey and black tabby halted mid-stretch when Fawnsqueak explained. Surprise flickered in his eyes. Of all the things Stormtalon thought he’d ask for—collecting bad herbs to give an annoying cat bellyaches, convincing Brightkit to never enter the medicine cat den again, maybe keeping all kits away from Fawn in general—he wouldn’t have guessed an unsanctioned trip into ShadowClan territory. Unsanctioned it must be, because first, their leader hadn't mentioned anything about it and second, the medicine cat had come to him for help, a cat he barely knew beyond a few interactions.

Stormtalon subjected Fawnsqueak to a look of scrutiny. “And why, pray tell, are you going to ShadowClan? To fetch a special herb?” The sarcastic emphasis on herb made it clear he was disbelieving. He would need a very compelling explanation for this.

Storm grinned once more at the auburn tom’s comment—this grin more antagonistic than warm. “Yes. That would suit me..”

Momentarily disarmed, Fawnsqueak's head tipped. If blunt jabs were Stormtalon's thing, they might have a common language that he hadn't initially realized they were both fluent in. Straight-forward and sarcastic, it was his specialty. There was an element of intrigue as well as he pondered how far Stormtalon was willing to entertain this.

Despite knowing a question was inevitable, he didn't account for the followup and scoffed, his nose wrinkled. A special herb. That was rich. "Absolutely the rarest," he drawled, "legend says it makes unattractive toms into handsome creatures. I thought you'd be eager to try it out." A very obvious fabrication but for a good reason, it was probably frowned upon to simply wander in like he owned the place just to see what was happening in the abandoned territory.

"I'm sure you can hardly contain your excitement, so," Fawnsqueak began, a wry smile on his muzzle as he lifted a paw and turned his body toward the camp entrance, "we should probably get going."

[Silverclover]

"W-we weren't strong enough then!" She stuttered

@BILL.

[Wings]

Originally Posted by Father of the foof

Shellkit was sitting by the freshkill pole with a hole that was clearly to big for her. As she saw her brother she sprang to her paws and scurried over. “BRISTLEKIT!!!” She yowled as she sprang at him, hoping to tackle him.

-Bristlekit-

Bristlekit could see his sister from a mile away, the mostly black kit had yowled his name and had come rushing towards him. All his reaction was annoyance, so as she jumped at him, he decided to just step away. Easy. Taken care of. Now that that was done he walked away. Knowing that Shellkit would probably be coming after him again.

[Ziera]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Momentarily disarmed, Fawnsqueak's head tipped. If blunt jabs were Stormtalon's thing, they might have a common language that he hadn't initially realized they were both fluent in. Straight-forward and sarcastic, it was his specialty. There was an element of intrigue as well as he pondered how far Stormtalon was willing to entertain this.

Despite knowing a question was inevitable, he didn't account for the followup and scoffed, his nose wrinkled. A special herb. That was rich. "Absolutely the rarest," he drawled, "legend says it makes unattractive toms into handsome creatures. I thought you'd be eager to try it out." A very obvious fabrication but for a good reason, it was probably frowned upon to simply wander in like he owned the place just to see what was happening in the abandoned territory.

"I'm sure you can hardly contain your excitement, so," Fawnsqueak began, a wry smile on his muzzle as he lifted a paw and turned his body toward the camp entrance, "we should probably get going."

"Ah, does it? Remarkable. We should get you extra," Stormtalon purred, feeling a strange amount of ease in this little back and forth despite hardly knowing Fawnsqueak. He wondered why. Was it the honesty that was so refreshing, or the banter? Maybe a bit of both. Few cats in RiverClan had the guts to speak half as plainly as Fawn had just done, and Storm always preferred a direct jab to a polite lie.

...StarClan. Was he really considering this? So far, the medicine cat offered no logical justification for the trip. And yet... Stormtalon was willing to bet his morning catch that Fawnsqueak would go with or without him, and on the off chance it was dangerous, the tom would be safer with Storm [as they both knew he was the better fighter, no matter what Fawn said.]

Stormtalon sighed melodramatically. If Fawnsqueak died in the murky marshes, not only would RiverClan be out a medicine cat [with no apprentice to succeed the dearly departed], but most importantly, Brightkit would never forgive him. Still. If he was really going on this silly mission with Fawn, he would need more incentive.

"Not so fast." Stormtalon didn't follow when Fawnsqueak tried to slip away without answering the question. But instead of pressing for the answer, he took a different route, suddenly hit with a much better idea. "If I do this little favor, protect you from ShadowClan warriors while you...gather herbs," he said, a twinkle in his green eyes, "then I want that favor returned. I have something in mind. Do we have a deal?"

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Redtalon

"Ah, does it? Remarkable. We should get you extra," Stormtalon purred, feeling a strange amount of ease in this little back and forth despite hardly knowing Fawnsqueak. He wondered why. Was it the honesty that was so refreshing, or the banter? Maybe a bit of both. Few cats in RiverClan had the guts to speak half as plainly as Fawn had just done, and Storm always preferred a direct jab to a polite lie.

...StarClan. Was he really considering this? So far, the medicine cat offered no logical justification for the trip. And yet... Stormtalon was willing to bet his morning catch that Fawnsqueak would go with or without him, and on the off chance it was dangerous, the tom would be safer with Storm [as they both knew he was the better fighter, no matter what Fawn said.]

Stormtalon sighed melodramatically. If Fawnsqueak died in the murky marshes, not only would RiverClan be out a medicine cat [with no apprentice to succeed the dearly departed], but most importantly, Brightkit would never forgive him. Still. If he was really going on this silly mission with Fawn, he would need more incentive.

"Not so fast." Stormtalon didn't follow when Fawnsqueak tried to slip away without answering the question. But instead of pressing for the answer, he took a different route, suddenly hit with a much better idea. "If I do this little favor, protect you from ShadowClan warriors while you...gather herbs," he said, a twinkle in his green eyes, "then I want that favor returned. I have something in mind. Do we have a deal?"

"Sounds like a wanton waste," he dismissed, only to fall into a self-deprecating joke delivered in deadpan. "No amount of physical allure's going to fix my personality."

Fawnsqueak's puff-tail flicked, a trace of a smile expertly hidden as he ducked his head to recompose himself, gather his wits about him again. No, he wasn't enjoying this too much. Not at all. But it would be ironically fitting that the two weird cats could carry on a conversation with minimal hiccups after finding a shared frequency--it was like a language for just the two of them.

A huff on his tongue, he stalled like it was a great disservice to be stopped when they clearly had everything worked out already: Stormtalon would be his ShadowClan-bait while he... investigated. And maybe snooped around. Made some adjustments, possibly. Of course that arrangement wasn't to Stormtalon's standards, and he waited, feigning exaggerated impatience for whatever he had to say.

He hummed. Pretended to think about it. "Not even going to be a gentleman and tell me what it is?" Fawnsqueak prompted, skeptical. "If you need me to hold your paw or whatever at meetings so you don't look so sad in front of the rest of the clan, I mean. I guess I'd help a dude out." He backed logic and sound reasoning with curiosity often getting the better of him, and although he knew it was just tempting fate to whack him upside the head, he imagined he'd agree to about anything.

[Ziera]

Originally Posted by Dipper

"Sounds like a wanton waste," he dismissed, only to fall into a self-deprecating joke delivered in deadpan. "No amount of physical allure's going to fix my personality."

Fawnsqueak's puff-tail flicked, a trace of a smile expertly hidden as he ducked his head to recompose himself, gather his wits about him again. No, he wasn't enjoying this too much. Not at all. But it would be ironically fitting that the two weird cats could carry on a conversation with minimal hiccups after finding a shared frequency--it was like a language for just the two of them.

A huff on his tongue, he stalled like it was a great disservice to be stopped when they clearly had everything worked out already: Stormtalon would be his ShadowClan-bait while he... investigated. And maybe snooped around. Made some adjustments, possibly. Of course that arrangement wasn't to Stormtalon's standards, and he waited, feigning exaggerated impatience for whatever he had to say.

He hummed. Pretended to think about it. "Not even going to be a gentleman and tell me what it is?" Fawnsqueak prompted, skeptical. "If you need me to hold your paw or whatever at meetings so you don't look so sad in front of the rest of the clan, I mean. I guess I'd help a dude out." He backed logic and sound reasoning with curiosity often getting the better of him, and although he knew it was just tempting fate to whack him upside the head, he imagined he'd agree to about anything.

Stormtalon tried to suppress his sudden urge to laugh, but the medicine cat's self-deprecation was so unexpected he only half succeeded. The sound came out like a huff through his nose. Storm was not finding this fun, he was not. He tried to remember that he was being terribly inconvenienced on this beautiful, sunny day, what with this good for nothing medicine cat making him go on secret missions when he could be enjoying the weather instead.

"I'm afraid you're right. There's little hope for your personality. That is, unless we stop by ThunderClan on the way back for the other magic herb, which gives medicine cats the ability to socialize."

Storm's long, speckled tail flicked behind him as he waited for Fawnsqueak to ponder the counteroffer. He predicted chances were low the medicine cat would turn it down-- then frowned. Would Stormtalon have been a tiny bit disappointed if Fawn turned it down?

...StarClan, no. This was a big bother, after all.

The tabby tom snorted. "I'm as much a gentleman as you, not saying why you're taking me out into the woods alone in the first place. For all I know, your intentions could be indecent. Ah- and, unfortunately, holding paws was second on my list of favors to ask." Stormtalon's whiskers twitched with that silent mirth again, but his tone remained dry. "I'm not going to tell you what it is. Not right now, anyway. Otherwise you wouldn't agree to it."

So that was it.

Stomtalon was actually going through with this. The tabby sighed once more, grieving momentarily for the warm, comfortable spot in the clearing he must now abandon, but he eventually stood on all four paws again. Storm padded beyond the medicine cat toward the camp entrance, neither bothering to look back and see if Fawnsqueak followed nor waiting for an answer. "Try to keep up."

[JackHunt_17]

Firepaw awaited his mentor. @elysian

[gs29513]

Originally Posted by Father of the foof

Foxblaze laughed at the kit before taking a bite herself. “She what do you want your warrior name to be?” She asked.
@gs29513

I’m going to be Twigclaw! Twigkit announced, puffing out his chest. Cause I have sharp claws!

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Wings

-Bristlekit-

Bristlekit could see his sister from a mile away, the mostly black kit had yowled his name and had come rushing towards him. All his reaction was annoyance, so as she jumped at him, he decided to just step away. Easy. Taken care of. Now that that was done he walked away. Knowing that Shellkit would probably be coming after him again.

Shellkit tumbled head over heels before springing up and scampering after her brother. “Hey! Where ya going?”