RiverClan Clearing

[oats]

Originally Posted by woly

She stopped mid walk, paw still lifted as she was about to take another step. She didnt know what to do and she was stuck. She cocked her head back looking at them-not giving the decency to turn her whole body to face them. Wolfdancer was usually kind, empathetic, and could understand other cats point of views before her own. But right now she was only angry, eyes in slits as she turned to Honeycomb with a curled lip,"Please dont do what, Honeycomb?" she snarled, "Please dont train, please dont eat, please dont sleep, please dont train in the darkforest?" she didnt care if Honeycomb knew or not. She didnt care,"Because Im already doing those things. You hurt me and expect that we can cuddle like we used to like-" her voice cracked,"like I wasn't hurt. As if nothing happened, flinching at my words like I hurt you." Despite being angry Wolfdancer couldn't help but let tears fall. She wanted to go back. She wanted to turn around and return to Honeycomb and coil around her again and bask in her presence, to lick her fur and smell the intoxicating smell of honey, to have her pressed close into her side as if the world had stopped for a moment, and it was just them. No Minnowgaze, to expectations to fulfill, no nothing. "Its selfish." she flicked her tail across the ground harshly- hard enough a few specks of dirt came flying behind her. She took a step closer, golden eyes dark compared to had they once been. "Every time I close my eyes Im in pain. And because of you every time I have them open I feel the same." her voice was cool and spiked with aggression at the end. No matter how pissed she was at Honeycomb though, she would never lay a paw on her. It seemed that Honeycomb didnt get what she had done wrong, or Wolfdancers point of view, so the molly decided she would just say it bluntly with a few words. "Its because of you I hate myself." when the whole situation happened Wolfdancer had never expected this. She never expected to get returned feelings of Honeycombs affections it was just the way...they denied her. Because she was a shecat. Ever since then she had only felt discomfort living in her own body-tarnishing it by not eating, grooming often, and the scars and wounds laced throughout her skin like stripes. She backed away and turned around,tail lashing. "Im going to sleep in the territory from now on."

As she halted, the enby felt themself feel a spark of hope, but the malevolence held in that turn spelled disaster. Her voice sent them trembling again-- this was worse than the last time, so much worse. The way her words were gaining momentum meant like she had kept this in for too long. They were facing the consequences, now. How could they have known? She’d had a hard life, it wasn’t implausible to suggest that they were mere nightmares; her point still stood. If they had cared, they’d have done something to help. She was right, wasn’t she? She always told the truth, didn’t she? Wolfdancer would not have lied specifically to harm them, wouldn't she? “How could I have known, Wolfdancer?” Their usually-bright eyes held nothing but tears now.
“You forget that I ha-have fe-feelings too. Why would I be so cr-cruel to do something like that wanting to hurt you like this?” They bit their lip, trying to stop the tears from coming before she branded them as being manipulative or something of the sort. They weren’t; they couldn’t be, not after what their mother did, right? Did the apple not fall far from the tree? Instinctively moving away as she got closer to them, Honeycomb sniffed. “You don’t think I know that? Because I do, Wolfdancer. I do. And I do it anyway, because I don’t think. I lost that foresight for a reason. You know exactly why- why I said that. I’m damaged goods, a-and she might—” They were a bad person, really. It took a while for the fact to sink in, but they were truly horrible. They did this. They’d destroyed her, and yet she still seemed to want what they wanted; it was to her own detriment. Honeycomb was better off left alone.
They fell quiet, so still. “If that’s the case, then I’m not worth it. You sh-shouldn’t...” Pinning their ears to their skull, they shook their head. That wouldn’t go down well. “I just don’t know, w-why,” All their words probably weren’t making sense; they’d all ceased to hold meaning. “Don’t g-go,” they whimpered. “Please.”

[Kolabear360]

Ripplepaw sat down at the edge of the clearing. She sighed it was so boring when she not training. She looked down at her paws "I should get some friends but I am not sure what the other cats will think of me, they probably think I am crazy talking to myself all the time."

[Kolabear360]

Ripplepaw sat down at the edge of the clearing. She sighed it was so boring when she not training. She looked down at her paws "I should get some friends but I am not sure what the other cats will think of me, they probably think I am crazy talking to myself all the time. But how do I get cats to notice me? Should I just walk right up to them. No way that seems a little too friendly to me." Ripplepaw gazed around the clearing everyone seemed to have friends but her. She stood up and headed for the apprentice den.

[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by Kolabear360

Ripplepaw sat down at the edge of the clearing. She sighed it was so boring when she not training. She looked down at her paws "I should get some friends but I am not sure what the other cats will think of me, they probably think I am crazy talking to myself all the time. But how do I get cats to notice me? Should I just walk right up to them. No way that seems a little too friendly to me." Ripplepaw gazed around the clearing everyone seemed to have friends but her. She stood up and headed for the apprentice den.

Shatteredspiral padded into the clearing, the deputy's sister watched for any sign of intruders, then continued on. The molly never really felt safe, so she was always on the look out for danger. Shatteredspiral had not been chosen for this moons gathering, some may say that it was because she needed to guard the camp, she believed that they disliked her, and wanted her out of the picture, like her mother would want it. Fallenstream was the only thing stopping her from being exiled, Shatteredspiral believed, her brother cared for her, atleast. her gaze slid onto a apprentice muttering to herself in the corner.

[Kolabear360]

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm

Shatteredspiral padded into the clearing, the deputy's sister watched for any sign of intruders, then continued on. The molly never really felt safe, so she was always on the look out for danger. Shatteredspiral had not been chosen for this moons gathering, some may say that it was because she needed to guard the camp, she believed that they disliked her, and wanted her out of the picture, like her mother would want it. Fallenstream was the only thing stopping her from being exiled, Shatteredspiral believed, her brother cared for her, atleast. her gaze slid onto a apprentice muttering to herself in the corner.

Ripplepaw felt someone looking at her slowly she lifted her gaze to see a warrior looking at her. She dropped her head close to her paws and looked away not sure what to do. Nobody had ever really looked at her so she was not sure what to do. She had always just been a weird cat sitting on the edge all by herself. Ripplepaw pretended not to notice hoping that the warrior would just go away.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

Briarpaw flattened her ears hearing his tone lower, instantly regretting what she called him. Kittypet, one of the worst things to compare a forest cat to. "W-Well, when I meant a kittypet like you, I didn't mean to insult you. You aren't really soft like one, and you aren't as fat as a kittypet either." Realizing she was only making her situation worse, not better, for herself, she chuckles and smiles nervously. "Um... n-nevermind about you and kittypets." She decided to stop the talk about parents. She was sure that the menrioning of parents brought painful memories back from the dead. He expressed his feelings about Wolfdancer finding and taking in her as a small defenseless kit. Yet she still continued to talk about kittypets, the thing she was fully aware of his parents being. She thought she was being conservative of his feelings and past, but she still talks about a topic that triggers bad feelings and bad memories. "I don't think I would ever want to become a kittypet. I like to run around and have some space to be free. If I was forced to stay in a twoleg's nest for the rest of my life, I would go crazy!" She meowed, rolling around playfully, trying to ease any internal tension. "Wolfdancer told me that kittypets have big bellies because they eat so much, they can get really lazy and aren't too interested in finding mates and they are too bothered to chase after a mouse. They are really pretty though, I've heard. An apprentice said it was because of how they are cleaned. Still, having to wait for some twoleg to tell me when I can go outside or not doesn't sit well with me."

"Gee, that makes me feel a hundred times better." Lunarpaw's tone remained flat, and he kept himself from losing his composure. After all, it wasn't worth it over a silly argument like kittypets. He knew he wasn't one. So whatever, Briarpaw could say what she liked. Freedom of speech, right?
It was what allowed him to... rather strictly educate others on certain things. Things they probably would have preferred to remain uneducated on. Though it didn't matter to Lunarpaw, he would make sure they knew whether they liked it or not. "I probably wouldn't want to either. Twolegs are strange creatures." Whether Briarpaw, Lunarpaw, or anyone else realized it, the tom was actually starting to speak on the subject of kittypets... ignoring was the best option, it was what he did with those he disliked. Or if they persisted? He snapped at them, hoping they would go away and leave him alone. Neither one had worked so well in the past. It either brought harder, worse teasing on or it would result in getting in trouble. And Lunarpaw hated both of those outcomes very, very much.
"Yeah, well, not all kittypets are like that. I've heard stories -" Lunarpaw cut himself off before he could continue and shook his head. The stories of twolegs abusing cats was too much for him to think about. The first time he had heard of it it had made him sick. Since then, he had heard only one other account. And not every kittypet lived in RiverClan, so it made him wonder how many more were out there. If cats had ever died... the tom didn't want to continue on unless the havana asked him to.
She might deserve the truth, and Lunarpaw would be the one to give it to her when the time came, but still... that didn't mean that she needed it this second. Right? Lunarpaw was older, and wiser, he'd lived in the Clan longer, and seen and heard a lot of things. Things she didn't need to know just yet... not until she was older. It was better that way too, right?

[graves]

Originally Posted by corgi

As she halted, the enby felt themself feel a spark of hope, but the malevolence held in that turn spelled disaster. Her voice sent them trembling again-- this was worse than the last time, so much worse. The way her words were gaining momentum meant like she had kept this in for too long. They were facing the consequences, now. How could they have known? She’d had a hard life, it wasn’t implausible to suggest that they were mere nightmares; her point still stood. If they had cared, they’d have done something to help. She was right, wasn’t she? She always told the truth, didn’t she? Wolfdancer would not have lied specifically to harm them, wouldn't she? “How could I have known, Wolfdancer?” Their usually-bright eyes held nothing but tears now.
“You forget that I ha-have fe-feelings too. Why would I be so cr-cruel to do something like that wanting to hurt you like this?” They bit their lip, trying to stop the tears from coming before she branded them as being manipulative or something of the sort. They weren’t; they couldn’t be, not after what their mother did, right? Did the apple not fall far from the tree? Instinctively moving away as she got closer to them, Honeycomb sniffed. “You don’t think I know that? Because I do, Wolfdancer. I do. And I do it anyway, because I don’t think. I lost that foresight for a reason. You know exactly why- why I said that. I’m damaged goods, a-and she might—” They were a bad person, really. It took a while for the fact to sink in, but they were truly horrible. They did this. They’d destroyed her, and yet she still seemed to want what they wanted; it was to her own detriment. Honeycomb was better off left alone.
They fell quiet, so still. “If that’s the case, then I’m not worth it. You sh-shouldn’t...” Pinning their ears to their skull, they shook their head. That wouldn’t go down well. “I just don’t know, w-why,” All their words probably weren’t making sense; they’d all ceased to hold meaning. “Don’t g-go,” they whimpered. “Please.”

She was angered. Maybe it was their choice of words, how it seemed to go in one ear and out the other. How could have I have known, I have feelings too! She couldnt help but mock the words in her head again and again.She dug her claws in the dirt to remain stable and up right. She hurt all over. Even this argument seemed to take a lot out of her but she didnt care. She didnt face them. She didnt look at them. She kept her eyes closed to too, prevent herself from crying. Not out of sadness like Honeycomb, but frustration. "Take a good look at me Honeycomb," she cocked her head, only the side of her head could be seen and Wolfdancer glared at them through the corner of her eye,"just by my appearance, you couldn't tell something was wrong?" her words werent yelled but laced with aggression that had been pent up. "Right now I have to worry about dying in my sleep then worry about your feelings." Ever since everything had happened she had tried to redirect her attention. Redirect her thoughts to not be about the enby who stood behind her. She was growing more and more irritated by the second, but she whipped around to face Honey at the mention of her mother,"Dont blame what you said to me on your damn mother!" she hissed, eyes in slits. "Take responsibility for your actions without blaming them on other people, making to learn your own choices not based on what you damn mommy wants!" her fur was fluffed out now, grey fur spiking just like her voice had. She wouldnt let honeycomb pass the blame. The enby hadnt even given her an apology, asked her hows she felt-nothing. "The reason you dont know anything is because youve never asked. Im not surprised." the molly added cooly. She turned away, eyes set for the exit,"Im going."

[Beam]

@lonestar23;
(This is really bad sorry )
Aspenkit stared hard at the dewdrops of water clinging to the bright green leaf. It was currently drenched in water, and a shining, crystal clear droplet of water hung from the tip. The water stretched down the leaf, and dropped off, leaving the leaf springing backwards. With gravity, the rainwater drop fell, and landed on Aspenkit's velvety pale pink nose with a splash. Aspenktdidnt flinch, except her beryl eyes followed the beads of water on her now damp nose and whiskers.

Dewdrops had been falling on her all morning, and she really did nothing to care. She was content looking at drops fall onto another leaf, and another, and another, until the dripped down below, onto her awaiting face that she didn't want to move. Her posture was quite conservative, sitting small with her tail shading her paws; eyes fully alert, ears softly perked. Quiet, small, natural, quaint. She was just watching and waiting, but waiting for what? She was unsure of that case, but she knew that she wanted something to happen, but shaded not know what. After all, she was quite occupied watching dewdrops fall of the mint leaves.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Beam

@lonestar23;
(This is really bad sorry )
Aspenkit stared hard at the dewdrops of water clinging to the bright green leaf. It was currently drenched in water, and a shining, crystal clear droplet of water hung from the tip. The water stretched down the leaf, and dropped off, leaving the leaf springing backwards. With gravity, the rainwater drop fell, and landed on Aspenkit's velvety pale pink nose with a splash. Aspenktdidnt flinch, except her beryl eyes followed the beads of water on her now damp nose and whiskers.

Dewdrops had been falling on her all morning, and she really did nothing to care. She was content looking at drops fall onto another leaf, and another, and another, until the dripped down below, onto her awaiting face that she didn't want to move. Her posture was quite conservative, sitting small with her tail shading her paws; eyes fully alert, ears softly perked. Quiet, small, natural, quaint. She was just watching and waiting, but waiting for what? She was unsure of that case, but she knew that she wanted something to happen, but shaded not know what. After all, she was quite occupied watching dewdrops fall of the mint leaves.

A small figure slipped into the clearing, her paws falling almost daintily on the ground. Blossomkit was a small, young cat, and one who wasn't the best at not being frightened. High strung, some might call it. Though Blossomkit had never minded being that way. To her, it wasn't a big deal. She spotted another kit - alert, with a small build, but she looked... friendly. The type of cat that Blossomkit was most often drawn to. At first, Blossomkit thought she looked quite confident. Popular.
Yet no cats were crowding around her, so, the young cat figured that she would be fine to approach the other. Softly moving towards Aspenkit, the brown and white Ragdoll's blue eyes roamed over the other with a half-nervous expression. Was this one of those popular cats that would drive her away out of spite? Surely not. She looked so much friendlier then that... didn't she?
But, Blossomkit would say hello and be sure to keep her guard up until she was sure she could lower it. In which case she would become one of the most fun cats around ... there were others who could vouch for that, too. Though Blossomkit desperately wanted more friends, she couldn't easily make them. "Hello..." Her voice was a quiet, soft toned one, and she shyly glanced up at Aspenkit. Now, Blossomkit was not a shy cat. But she did have the tendency to get quite anxious at times - social anxiety, really.

[Lawlipop]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"Gee, that makes me feel a hundred times better." Lunarpaw's tone remained flat, and he kept himself from losing his composure. After all, it wasn't worth it over a silly argument like kittypets. He knew he wasn't one. So whatever, Briarpaw could say what she liked. Freedom of speech, right?
It was what allowed him to... rather strictly educate others on certain things. Things they probably would have preferred to remain uneducated on. Though it didn't matter to Lunarpaw, he would make sure they knew whether they liked it or not. "I probably wouldn't want to either. Twolegs are strange creatures." Whether Briarpaw, Lunarpaw, or anyone else realized it, the tom was actually starting to speak on the subject of kittypets... ignoring was the best option, it was what he did with those he disliked. Or if they persisted? He snapped at them, hoping they would go away and leave him alone. Neither one had worked so well in the past. It either brought harder, worse teasing on or it would result in getting in trouble. And Lunarpaw hated both of those outcomes very, very much.
"Yeah, well, not all kittypets are like that. I've heard stories -" Lunarpaw cut himself off before he could continue and shook his head. The stories of twolegs abusing cats was too much for him to think about. The first time he had heard of it it had made him sick. Since then, he had heard only one other account. And not every kittypet lived in RiverClan, so it made him wonder how many more were out there. If cats had ever died... the tom didn't want to continue on unless the havana asked him to.
She might deserve the truth, and Lunarpaw would be the one to give it to her when the time came, but still... that didn't mean that she needed it this second. Right? Lunarpaw was older, and wiser, he'd lived in the Clan longer, and seen and heard a lot of things. Things she didn't need to know just yet... not until she was older. It was better that way too, right?

Briarpaw perked her ears up, catching him cutting himself off. "Stories of what?" she persisted, nudging him a bit. "Come on you can tell-" but then she was the one to stop her statement. She remembered when she changed her sentence, but he didn't push her to answer what she originally said. "Actually, I'm not interested anymore." She said, turning her hwad away, almost mimicking the way he was sitting, it was very unclear whether it was on intentional to tease him or not. "But I agree, Twolegs are so weird. They are all fleshy and have no pelts, do you think they get cold in leafbare?" She asked. She yawns and stretches herself out before looking around. She realized what she was supposed to be. She suddenly jumps. "Wolfdancer!" She says suddenly with no context. "I have to go, Lunarpaw! Next time we're going to train together, whether you like it or not!" She then turns and begins to run off with a shout "See you later!" Her friendly farewell was more or less ruined by her tripping and land on her face shortly after. But she shakes off the dirt stuck to her face and continues to romp gleefully away.