RiverClan Clearing

[poppy]

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There was yelling, and Birdpaw didn't like it. And the voices were even more alarming. Beastgrowl and Pikestar. The cat that had offered her comfort, the cat she had thought of as a friend, and her father. Anxiety pulsed in her veins as she hurried out of the apprentices den to stand in the clearing where there was more talk about death. Talking about one if the only cats that had comforted her as if he was Cloverpaw or something. It made her confusion shoot through the roof. "What's going on?" She asked softly, dreading the answer. "Did someone else die?"

[dino.]

// @oleander @x ghostie @Cherry~ @nocturnal naiad @Katulaura @spooky jupi

>Birchpaw<

Oops. It seemed a myriad of cats had heard him. Had he said that too loudly? He caught Cicadapaw's waving tail and turned expectant eyes on the other apprentice. Heck yeah, one cat was down. Birchpaw had never expected to bloody his ledger so soon, but in the name of family and in the name of Pikestar, so be it.

He acknowledged Wormbite with a dutiful nod. "Wouldn't dream of it, Wormbite, sir. I'll take him out to the river instead."

Uh oh. Someone else wasn't happy. Birchpaw bristled and turned toward Slatestripe, preparing to boldly defend himself, because for StarClan's sake, had he not heard the same thing as Birchpaw?? But then the warrior continued, Birchpaw relaxed, to the point of offering Slatestripe a kitty salute. "Haven't been shown, but I never decline a learning opportunity. Maybe you can show me."

Storksong's offer made two cats on his side, and he found himself shrugging at Flintfang's comment. "If he wasn't being such an asshole, I wouldn't be."

Some other apprentice, Birdpaw, piped up, and Birchpaw shot her a glance and a plotting smile. "Not yet. You wanna be part of it?"

[occultation]

Originally Posted by spooky jupi

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There was yelling, and Birdpaw didn't like it. And the voices were even more alarming. Beastgrowl and Pikestar. The cat that had offered her comfort, the cat she had thought of as a friend, and her father. Anxiety pulsed in her veins as she hurried out of the apprentices den to stand in the clearing where there was more talk about death. Talking about one if the only cats that had comforted her as if he was Cloverpaw or something. It made her confusion shoot through the roof. "What's going on?" She asked softly, dreading the answer. "Did someone else die?"

Slatestripe’s gaze softened as Birdpaw appeared and cautiously questioned if someone else died. Poor young cat. Some of the apprentices in this Clan had already experienced so much death and loss. While that was part of being a warrior, it didn’t make it any easier. He gently rested his tail across her shoulders, then whisked it away as he realized she might not like such gestures.

“Nobody died,” he assured her. “It’s just one of our Clanmates being a moron and not respecting rank.”

[cinnamon]

Yelling. And lots of it. Apparent was the commotion going on inside the leaders' den but Owlpaw was intent to keep his attention focused on his stick piles. He had collected quiet a few, and had almost got them to all stand up together without one falling over before he was done setting them all up. From where he sat closer towards the camp entrance, the dark brown tabby did his best to press his ears back and make himself small. Fight and violence... he had always hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it.

There were mentions of his mentor though, and so the young tom drew his head up to look in the direction of it all. Several warriors, two of his own denmates even. Part of him wished to speak up and ask what was going on. But his throat felt dry and his head felt hot so instead he just looked back at his project and, with shaking paws, tried to concentrate on getting the last stick to stand up in the sand

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[taillow]

Otterfluff
Despite his gaze being drawn towards the leaders' den, Otterfluff still kept ears perked for any words spoken by those around him. One voice drifted above the others and that was Birdpaw's. Turning his gaze from the leaders' den he watched her. That cat had seen so much death, so much turmoil, and yet... the tom found it hard to feel empathetic. Death happened everyday. Battles, fights, bloodshed. It was the way of a warrior, and while grieving and crying was apart of life - if their apprentices were tip toeing around death and unwilling to meet it head-on, would they even make good warriors?

Birchpaw made another off-paw comment, to which Otterfluff did shoot him a look. There was no reason for him to drive up the anxiety of RiverClan's resident crier more so than it already was, and hopefully with the look the tom would know better. Slatestripe seemed to move to comfort Birdpaw - doing a better job than the brown tom ever could - though he hoped that his Clanmate was not planning on treating the almost-warrior with soft, delicate paws as if she were still a kit.

Another apprentice was off to the side and seemed to look up - ah, that was Beastgrowl's apprentice, wasn't it? A shame, the poor lad might not have one for much longer. With that Otterfluff turned his gaze back towards the leaders' den. His blue eyes were like flames, flickering with small parts anger and a challenge. He wanted to seek Beastgrowl out after this. He had to.

[ @Cherry~ @spooky jupi @dino. @cinnamon @/anyone else involved ]

[poppy]

// @birdie @Cherry~ @dino.

The first cat to respond to her was Birchpaw and, the ragdoll's eyes widened slightly with a nervous squeak. "No, thanks." She tried to hide how unnerving that sentence was. She had died herself, and Birchpaw seemed to think that she would be okay with doing that to someone else.

Next was Slatestripe, who mentioned someone being a moron and being disrespectful. "But Beastie was my friend" She said softly, confusion apparent on her face as she tried to understand this. Beastgrowl had been so nice to her. "He... Is he yelling at my dad?" Selfish betrayal made her blink, stunned.

She needed them to stop. Pikestar was her dad and Beastgrowl was one of the only cats that were there for her. She didn't want them to fight. "I.... we need to make them stop." Padding closer, she paused as she was close enough to hear muted tidbits. Such hateful things were being snarled back and forth, and she heard her name spat out of her father's mouth, and even though the venom wasn't directed at her, it still made her flinch.

Then Beastgrowl spoke up and.... That wasn't the Beastie she knew. The Beastgrowl who was yelling at her daddy wasn't the cat that had hugged her during Nightpaws vigil. What was going on?

Turning back around, a bewildered expression on her face, she met the gaze of Otterfluff and frowned. Maybe he could explain it to her. But she didn't know. She didn't know what was going on.

[Ian]

Flamebriar had been idly listening to the yelling with one ear. Beastgrowl, who she presumed was the tom in Pikestar's den if she overheard right, was getting torn into by the leader, as he should be if she heard what he had been saying correctly. A quick glance around camp showed that most of the cats were paying attention to the drama, though one apprentice seemed to be slightly nervous. And it was no wonder since Owlpaw was Beastgrowl's apprentice, whom Pikestar was currently yelling at.

The large calico heaved herself to her paws and padded over to where the apprentice was standing up sticks in the ground. "Hey, Owlpaw! That seems cool. How long did it take you to build it?" Hopefully, Flamebriar would be able to take his mind off what was currently happening in Pikestar's den.

@cinnamon

[puppeteer]

silverpaw

With a tsk, and a small, soft bap to his head, Silverpaw "corrected" her brothers behavior. "Didn't Mama teach you to chew your food, you mousebrain?" She teased the silver tom, ambery eyes flickering mischievously as she settled down next to her big brother. With tail flicking, she listened to everyone chatting about Pikestar yelling at some fool who thought they should just do what they pleased. With a small sigh, the young apprentice just flopped over onto her side, gazing at the clouds.

"I do not understand as to why a fool would intrude in his den. And in all honesty, I agree with Birchpaw. A fool such as that should have no place in our Clan. Pikestar is doing their best." She yawned wide, teeth glinting in the sun light. She was unafraid of danger... despite not being able to fight.

{ @Katulaura @dino. }

[Streamtail]

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Leopordspring looks around her new home, Maybe I could make some friends?

[Moxie Foxy]

Originally Posted by Streamtail

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Leopordspring looks around her new home, Maybe I could make some friends?

Flashfang blinked and called out a greeting "Good morning Leopardspring! hows your day going so far?" the tom then yawned as he stretched out, his rusty orange-brown fur catch9ing the warm sunlight he loved so much.