Owltalon sat in the far edge of the clearing, picking bird feathers out of her teeth. Her recent days here had been quite uneventful as of late. Not that Owltalon was the kind of cat to actively seek drama, but she wasn't dead set on being completely alone either. Or bored. She hated bored.
Allowing her one good eye to scan across the clearing, her gaze landed on Creekpelt, a very very badly beaten up warrior. He seemed to move as if he were made of porcelain, like he could break if he even breathed too hard.
I know that feeling, kid. Owltalon frowned at the tom, her eyes glazed with sympathy. I know it far too well.
"Hey!" Owltalon raspily yowled over to them. "Feeling alright, Creek? You must've fought very hard. I'm sure the clans appreciative."
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✮Nightpaw✮He/Him✮ 23 Moons✮Bi ✮Apprentince Leaving the medicine den, Nightpaw sat down, try to relax from the commotion with Birchpaw. His fur was perked up. Was Cobweb going to be ok? How about everyone else? Did he anger anyone by stepping in? Millions of thoughts ran through his head as he laid there in the clearing.
What was I doing? Branchkit wondered as Mousekit questioned him, and his head tilted slightly. "I-" He started slowly, eyes lingering on Mousekit's pelt as he did so. "I was just watching. That's all." He had nothing better to do anyway- He still had no friends at the moment.
"What about you?" His eyes glinted as he stiffened at his own stupidity. Of course Mousekit was playing, just all by himself. Maybe he didn't enjoy others' company, and that's why he was a bit frustrated when Branchkit first emerged. Perhaps. If that's so, maybe the tom should leave...
Just watching him? Branchkit wanted to watch... Mousekit?? Mousekit smiled in a sort of sheepish, almost proud way. "Ahaha, I see," He meowed while most definitely not seeing. "Well. It's not much fun in the nursery anymore, so I was just entertaining myself... you know, pouncing on a mossball and what not. For when I'm an apprentice." Mousekit looked back up at Branchkit and gestured to himself, inviting him to come over in what he hoped what a cool way. "Unfortunately, I can't practice on any real moving targets, unless the wind is blowing the leaves around. ...If you want, you could train with me, right?" That was probably a good idea, ignoring the fact that Mousekit was quite small for a kit his age, and Branchkit was the opposite. As long as Mousekit didn't let Branchkit pounce on and squish him, he'd be fine.
Sycamorepelt gracefully entered the clearing, extending her limbs after a satisfying nap. Observing the neatly stacked fresh-kill pile, she murmured to herself, "No need to go hunting today." As she scanned the area, cats mingled with each other, leaving Sycamorepelt with a sense of exclusion from the clan once again. Pondering her next move, she settled down and started grooming herself.
Mousekit sat in the Riverclan clearing and pawed at the crow feather Honeystep had given him, currently tucked behind his ear and into his short black fur. It tickled a little, but wearing it did make him feel nice... He didn't have a way to see what he looked like, but he knew from laying it out in the sun that the feather glinted a deep blue under the light. Like water reflecting the night sky.
Out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blew right through his pelt. Mousekit shivered, scrunching up his face, and... wait.
Where did his feather go?
Out of the corner of his eye Mousekit saw the crow feather floating away in the breeze and heading straight towards the bracken camp wall. Maybe even over it?? His hazel eyes rounded in shock and he frantically looked around to see if any cat had saw that. Wait, why wasn't he just running after it?!
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