RiverClan Clearing

[Jesse]

As he lie prone on the ground, Mistyfern’s fur flushed red hot against his two future clanmates inflicting stares. He caught the twinkle of satisfaction in Warblercry’s eyes before they pulled away, which only drove the proverbial nail in further. Flustered and feeling the crush of humiliation, he sucked in the groans of pain through grit teeth and rolled back onto his feet swifter than he’d fallen. He was quiet for a moment, cringing quietly to himself before reentering the conversation.

“Oh, I hope you’ll forgive me for ruining your beachside getaway, I didn’t know Riverclan had room for exiles.” Mistyfern cut in with a mouthful of spite. “I’ll bet you conveniently left out that little detail when you were too busy kissing up Kestrelstar’s tail.” The more he was forced to listen to Warblercry flap his gums like an imbecile, the more restraint it took him not to reach over and claw out his tongue. He wasn’t going to hurt him? Mistyfern had never heard such mouse-dung before. “Not on your life.”

Warblercry’s specific attention towards the grey tom’s.. body did not go unnoticed by Mistyfern, who immediately knew he couldn’t pass up this golden opportunity. “Well ain’t you real cute n’ peachy all the sudden? See something y’like?” He smirked, shuffling in between the two. “Don’t reckon y’mind if I take a look for myself?” THUMP. And just like that, the big blue warrior’s rear had situated itself on top of Warblercry’s head. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most.. comfortable position he’d found himself in, but it sure was amusing. Mistyfern laughed until he was moved to tears. “How’s the view from down there?”

@Ziera @vermin

[im a cat]

Lightpaw was sitting with her tail wrapped around her paws and cleaning her fur.

[dino.]

// @spade

>Tumblepaw<

The art of idly waiting wasn't new to Tumblepaw. One could say he'd mastered it, really. But it didn't stop the pulse of hope(and a bit of anxiety, if he was being honest) in his chest as someone called his name, and he glanced up from his spot in the clearing, half-expecting to see Kestrelstar approaching him, finally ready to get started on his training.

His expression fell as he realized it wasn't Kestrelstar at all, just a warrior he'd never spoken to offering to take him out in the territory for a bit. Then it contorted into something sour - his own mentor hadn't even bothered to do so much as offer, but this cat he'd never interacted with was. He glanced longingly toward the leader's den, and then with a sigh rose to his paws. "Yeah, sure, that'd be nice." It'd be a chance to leave camp, at least.

[tye]

Mistyfern's voice cut into their moment and he fought back to hold tongue that only had venomous words for the senior cat. Every step forward closing into his personal space he showed that he's appalled by curling his lips back growling. It didn't matter how loud he growled the dummy blocked his view and suddenly darkness overshadows him. Jade moons looked up, shuffling away from what's coming next.

He wouldn't DARE.
But it was too late.

"AAAAA," breath cut short, collided by ground and body he was squished. Flattened. Mashed. SAT ON!!! The calico paws flailed aimlessly with feeble attempts of scratching and biting - his body mass overpowers his own small self. " GET...OFF... OF...MEEE ," gasping between his words.
This was embarrassing. Now he REALLY wants to kill this fool.
Warblercry's name shone as he let out a thin wail of a cry as Mistyfern continued to sit on him.

@Ziera / @Jesse

[versailles]

cliffcrash snoozed.

[spade]

It was easy to read the crestfallen apprentice, his longing to be trained by his actual mentor. Briefly a spark of rage ignited in Briarfrost's chest as the molly followed his gaze. It was empty, as she knew (or at least suspected) though nothing had been announced to the Clan yet. Typical for the leader to be out and about, if only to keep up appearances. But the gray tabby hadn't been spotted by her since the return from the Gathering, and though she was starting to worry she didn't let it show on her face.

Instead, she gave a wave of her tail and turned towards the camp entrance. With a light nudge, Briarfrost attempted to gently bump the apprentice's shoulder with her own as she leaned down, a smile on her face. "I'll let you in on a little secret - I'm not the best fisher, so if you see me fall into the stream try not to laugh, okay?" A chuckle rose from her as she exited camp, leading Tumblepaw out towards the territory.

// @Papaya

[Ziera]

// @Jesse | @vermin

So this one had a bit of an ego. Stormtalon noted how expressive the tom was, possibly compensating for a lack of size in comparison to his silver fox nemesis—though he wasn’t wrong about being pretty. Objectively, anyway. Still. This one had ‘narcissist’ written all over his toned body and inviting eyes...which roamed Storm a moment, surprisingly. He chose to ignore this. (Mistyfern, on the other paw, did not.)

Warblercry looked more interested in his name the second time around, and Stormtalon’s mouth quirked in a half-grin. Before he could answer, however, furious exclamations rose from the downed tom beside them, prompting Storm’s ears to flick back. Exile? Some tea. Funny how they each tripped over themselves to share dirt on the other (in the blue-gray tom’s case, literally.) Really made things easy for Storm.

Then, as if it were possible, things got more entertaining when the older tom actually trounced forward and sat on Warblercry. StarClan. Stormtalon put effort into smothering a genuine smile, humble enough to revoke the previous judgement: clearly these two could lift any clan morale just by existing in the same space.

“I think,” Stormtalon consoled the struggling, protesting feline being savaged by gravity (much too calmly and of course not lifting a claw to help), “that means he's a little jealous of your attention.” Was that all this was? Misguided romance? (Too bad it was unlikely, as the idea amused Storm.) Green eyes flicked to meet the tom’s whose windpipe wasn’t currently being squashed. Again. Far too casual, considering Warbler’s misfortune, he introduced himself: “Stormtalon. And your name is?”

[FriedChicken]

Sootfall walked out into clearing then laid down in the sun,he was tired,his fur against the ground

[Jesse]

The laughter was abruptly cut short. Mistyfern’s face reflexively tensed and twisted into a grimace of abject horror at the other tom’s suggestion, every fiber in his body viscerally rejecting the thought. “O-oh.. no.. Starclan no.” The tom furiously shook his head and feigned a gag to emphasize his disgust. The very proposal of such an unholy thing sprung forth images that would be seared into his mind for moons. Shudders raced up and down his body as he tried to erase those words from his memory forever.

He was so preoccupied with fighting off his own intrusive thoughts that he’d barely had time to catch Stormtalon’s snappy self-introduction. “Mistyfern.” he cleared his throat after his delayed response. “Just Mistyfern.” he went on to stress as he recalled Coyotesnarl, who infuriatingly refused to use the second half of his name. That brief echo of the past instantly kicked his mood in the face. Weird.. He almost missed that idiot’s ugly mug. Almost.

Mistyfern then remembered who he was currently sitting on.. and all was well again. A blissful smile materialized onto his cheeks. As far as he could recall, it was probably the first genuine smile he’d had since his failed journey to the starcave 17 moons ago. And it was all thanks to Warblercry’s involuntary sacrifice. “You suppose he’s stopped breathing yet?”

@vermin @Ziera

[SilverMoon_]

As SilverMoon closed her eyes and let the Leaf-Fall breeze go against its fur as it smiled and purred softly, it felt quite warm for Leaf-Fall as it was, then it spoke, "I wish the forest felt like this forever." Then it sighed and said "But sadly, that can't happen." It said with a sad tone and look

(SilverMoon is Agender)
As SilverMoon closed SilverMoon's eyes, letting the Leaf-Fall breeze against the fur on SilverMoon, SilverMoon longed for the warmth that Greenleaf gave the forest, and then opened SilverMoon's eyes and then, SilverMoon spoke to the reflection in the water, "Why must the warmth go so quickly? I wish there was an answer to that."