RiverClan Clearing

[The Kitty.]

 

Originally Posted by TheShadowAnimal

Whitepaw gave her a short pitiful glance she wanted her friend to feel better, then she looked up at the sky before she could think she blurted out. Do you ever think about who your mate will be? She asked, then she dipped her head in embarrassment That wasn't the kind of thing to say you mouse-brain! she argued with herself then she realized it was super weird that she argued with herself that she talked to herself she guessed it was just a way to make herself feel better sometimes. { @Corruptx. }

hazelpaw
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the russet-furred molly lifted her head heavily upward, bleary yellow eyes blinking a few languid times in an attempt to focus in on the gaze of her friend. friend. the word sounded almost... fallacious, at this point: did whitepaw even enjoy hazelpaw's presence anymore? pft, probably not - my presence is hardly ever there, anyway. sucking in a sharp inhalation of breath, the apprentice flicked the tip of her tail dismissively. "no, uhm, not necessarily, whitepaw - I'm sorry." in all honesty, hazelpaw couldn't find herself able to care less about the absurdity of the question. the randomness, the absolute stupidity of the context... it just.... no longer seemed to actually matter to the abysinninan mix.

[Inconsistency]

Glad- by her forgetting her dumb question then hit by confusion she then realized, she was talking about her murder, she had forgiven her she was still friends why was she still sorry? Why did it never end? When she wanted a friend she didn't want a friend that wasn't even a friend due to being blinded by regret, maybe she didn't want to be friends with her? Hazelpaw seemed more distant did she even want to be her friend, after how she reacted about her killing someone would she ever forgive her? { @Corruptx. }

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

[ Open ]

Dogflame sat by the edge of the clearing, bored. There wasn't much he could do while he was sill injured and he honestly wasn't interested in going to the Dark Forest anymore. The tom looked around for someone to talk to. Maybe he could go for a walk by the border in two days.

[~dust~]

Lotuskit ran to the clearing she ran around and took a deep breath in looking around she smiled.

Where was stripes-otter?

She smiles as she sees her padding toward her

Stripey-otter there you are!

She whispers quietly her eyes shining

Want to get fish or what do you want?
@AlderDawn

[The Kitty.]

// @Lynxpaw


As always, Goslingkit was wandering aimlessly about the perimeter of the clearing, an unaccustomed pace to her gait as she would pause in her tracks every now and again, forepaw lashing outward with the hopes of shaking out the fizzling pain that continued to sear through her toebeans. Damn - why had she done that? You truly are a moron, Goslingkit. And all for the reward of getting to taste blood? The tortoiseshell had to admit, that sounded pretty pathetic. Sure, the outcome had been.... er, relatively interesting, but was it all really worth the sudden shot of pain that she had provided herself? Eh, not necessarily.

Once again backtracking a few paces to shake out her forepaw, Goslingkit this time took the time to peer blearily around the clearing, and her eyes eventually landed upon the figure of a tom who looked to be a warrior. Ooh, I haven't talked to a warrior yet! I should try it. Maybe they'll want to hear about... Er, yeah, probably not. Settling down her paw, Goslingkit padded doggedly on toward the tom, tail fuzzing up with the anticipation of speaking to her first-ever warrior. "Hiii!" the tortoiseshell shrieked, and extended a forepaw to greet the warrior; instantly a ripple of what seemed to be tenderness travelled throughout her, causing her to wince back in pain. Withdrawing the scarred forepaw, she repressed a smile and glanced back up at the tom. "Uhm! Sorry about that, heh. I did a no-no yesterday. Wanna hear about it, hm?"

[Puddle~]

@Bread

Baykit scrambled out of the nursery, an eager expression on their face as they sought out some entertainment, ideally from a warrior. Hmm... there’s one! With only a quick glance around the clearing, they picked out a gold and white molly who seemed friendly enough. With a playful gait, they hopped over to the warrior and tapped her on the shoulder with their bushy tail. “Hello!!!! I’m Baykit!” All they wanted right now was a bit of attention, seeing as they’d missed out the excursion to meet their father. Perhaps a few tips might be nice too. They were bound to become and apprentice sometime soon.

[Bread]

Duckbounce turned her head at the feel of a tail on her shoulder. She was startled to see a kit standing behind her, but she didn't show it. "Hi little one! I'm Duckbounce." The warrior let out a small giggle, it wasn't every day that a random kit walked up to her to talk to her... or anyone in general. She always just thought it was just that they didn't want to bother her bubbly self. Nonetheless, it was nice to talk to other people in the clan—all the way from kits to elders.

@Puddle~

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

[ @Corruptx ]

The tom was double checking the moss on his wounds while a kit stumbled around the clearing. He decided he would go to walk by the border soon to see if he could find the loner that had attacked him. Dogflame's copper eyes drfited from his pelt to the clearing, looking around at the crowd of cats. He couldn't be bothered to go find a cat to talk to.

The young warrior's gaze wandered aimlessly around the camp, finally coming to a halt at a small molly. Dogflame watched as they headed towards him and started speaking. The tom watched for a moment as she tried to greet him with her paw which she quickly withdrew. He paused trying to remember their name. "...Hello. N-No, it's fine. Don't ... be sorry" he told them, dipping his head in greetings. "S-Sure..." he trailed off, ready to listen.

[The Kitty.]

// @Lynxpaw

Goslingkit's ears pricked forward upon hearing this, and almost immediately she prepared herself for the words that were about to come jumbling out from her maw. "Really? Really, really, really? Alright, well, here it goes! So guess what, the other day I was talking to Beanpaw, mhm - you know him, yes? - yeah, so I was talking to him about how I wanted to taste blood! I mean, you do have to wonder what it tastes like every now and then, mhm? Well, oddly enough, Mister Bean didn't want for me to know, said I would be seperated from my father and possibly killed because I wanted to rip out another kit's throat." (It would have been just for an experiment, and merely anything else.) "So I figured, hey, you know, I may as well try the practice on myself. And uh, well... As you can see, it completely backfired. Eh. At least I got to taste blood for the first time!" Anyway, onto just how exactly things had backfired: whiskers quivering against the remaining pain, Goslingkit drew outward a trembling forepaw, the one of which she had sliced. There was a small, dark red jag etched into the center of her paw, one that would most likely mark a scar that would remain for the entirity of the tortoiseshell's life. Ouch.

[Inconsistency]

Whitepaw looked away she couldn’t take all the drama, how could she? She never thought she’d be a part of anything she closed her eyes drifting to another place back in the medicine cat den... She was sick worried about Sorrelkit... Thinking she’d never make a real friend... Never be a warrior.. Looked at the two kits so close.. Foxkit, and Almondkit. Almondkit gave her a smile and invited her over.. What if she refused that? Where would she be now? Flashing through most of her memory’s she came to a small conclusion were all to hard on ourselves, we were it had made this maybe for some cats it came from starclans judgement for her.. She didn’t know. She had forgot to say “Why?” To her friend but did it matter? She was probably about to explain... { @Corruptx. }