RiverClan Clearing

[Crow]

Originally Posted by fenic!

Immediately, Russetswirl's ears perked up instinctively. He was just thinking about that voice, the cat who had decided, of everyone else in this clearing, to talk to him. Thornfrost was never the nicest cat, but there was something about her these days that just seemed... off. She was mean, and it was as if she thought he couldn't comprehend her tone of voice- and he really couldn't, not until he promised himself that he would try and get his life back on track. He'd been helping his niece, Beekit, a bit as well- her daughter, who she barely seemed to care about- along with her three other kits as well. She didn't even seem to care about herself too much, either- and hell, she was a mess without Brackencloud around to save her. So... why did Russetswirl believe that she had the capacity to change for the better? He still believed in her, day after day. He knew how terrible she was, but she was his sister, and the least he could do was care. "...Everything's doing fine, I guess- not much going on around here anymore." Shaking his head quietly, he looked back up towards his sister after a few seconds, trying to stay positive, to keep the subject matter strong. "Hey, how are your kits doing? I saw Beekit a few days ago- she's getting really good at walking with that limp!" He exclaimed, being as supportive as possible without acting like he didn't know anything about her.

She'd given up on her kits without having Brackencloud to raise them, hadn't she? They deserved more love than they were getting, surely. They weren't like all the other kits in the nursery- some were sickly, and some admired their birth mother to a strange extent for her not exactly being there to raise them well- but he didn't blame them. Hornetsight was his mother, and he'd do anything to keep her safe; but Hornetsight, she actually tried to do the same for him, to keep himself, Snakevoice... and Thornfrost as well as they could possibly be.

Cool wind whistled through her ears, but for once the deputy didn't try to tune her brother out. As she'd pondered before, perhaps he'd changed for the better. It was hard to imagine the tom's fundamental nature had changed, but one could hope. As he mentioned her kits, Thornfrost paused for a moment, head cocked slightly. How were they doing? She didn't really know, actually. Often they'd seek her out- especially that annoying, clingy little thing she'd named Beekit. She was probably her least favorite of them all- not only because of her habit off seeking the deputy's affection, but also because she was just so imperfect, and Thornfrost despised any and all imperfection or weakness. Especially something that would weaken how useful the cat was to the clan, such as the she-kit's limp.

Wait- what was that Russetswirl had said? Something about the limp, she believed. Despite her mind's protests, apparently his words were so dull she'd accidentally tuned them out anyway. Attempting to remember what he said, she paused for a few moments, not caring about the awkward silence that ensued. She was getting better at moving around? Something like that- or something equally stupid, anyway. "The kits are well," she replied, albeit having no clue how well they were doing. Russetswirl would probably know better than she would- he spent more time with the kit quartet. "You've heard about the fire, right?" Thornfrost asked, wondering whether the news had yet reached his ears. She wouldn't be surprised-- news traveled fast in Riverclan.

[Ivyshade]

Originally Posted by Cristalline

"their mother's my friend not them. I don't like them to noisy." she meowed. She looked at him with fasination.

Blackdust huffed condescendingly. "Sounds like a contradiction to me. You're either friends with them or not." He turned his head so that he was facing the sun and basked in its rays. He had noticed the she-cat's fascinated stare but chose to ignore it. After all, in his eyes every cat should notice his perfection. He sighed in boredom. "I suppose I should probably go hunting again..." he murmured softly to himself. RiverClan wouldn't take care of itself.

[lilith]

Originally Posted by Ruthenselle

Blueish white...that was the colour the tip of the she-cat's tail was dipped in. It wasn't incredibly noticeable, just generally flashed out at first glance; sometimes causing the viewer to skip a beat and look again. At the moment, it was hidden under one of her paws. Instinctively, the tiny speck slunk out from beneath, and lifted itself up- all in one fluid movement. I mustn't let this Eeriepaw stress too much about my irritation, Dropwhisker fussed mentally, ignorant to the irony of the situation. Her mind whirled, recounting previous experiences when another cat would apologize, and she'd apologized back. Now she bent her head to the apprentice, "No, no, it's no problem." To any onlooker, the sight was undoubtedly bizarre. A fully grown warrior (small for her size, but the fact did remain) submitting to a younger, itty-bitty, new Clan cat? Where was her dignity? Dead in the fresh-kill pile for sure. Dropwhisker paid no mind to this.

Dropwhisker drew her lips backwards on her plain muzzle. Not an aggressive gesture, but rather a horrified one. Her own family line was calm and strangely normal. No unnatural deaths that she knew of. The lower part of the RiverClan feline's mouth hinged open, appalled. Needless to say, Eeriepaw appeared to be taking the deaths in a better manner. So she quickly regained her composure, blinking slowly and sympathetically. If it was another Clanmate, Dropwhisker would have smoothed out the fur along the other's spine. Better safe than sorry though. She could not risk traumatizing Eeriepaw by touching her. Swallowing a wistful sigh, Dropwhisker fastened this decision firmly in the back of her mind. Just in case she felt more friendly urges; her eyes darkened at the prospect of it happening. "I'm sorry," Drop mewed solemnly, then, with a jolt, perceived that the phrase must have been how countless others had reacted, meaning her words meant nothing. "I'm also sorry that I cannot feel the same lurching emotion you feel, Eeriepaw," she continued. "And I'll say sorry once more, sorry that you probably had to go through hearing those two words from cats who just could not feel what you felt when they...when they died."

The corners of her eyes crinkled as Eeriepaw touched her velvety fur. Internally, Dropwhisker's brain hustled to eliminate the 'do not touch' thought from before. Alarm bells rung. But steadily her mind accommodated the brand-new freedom. Its strides matched up and ran simultaneously with Dropwhisker's exterior, her actions. Purring, she chortled, "Thanks." Deep in her rain brimmed orbs a mischievous twinkle arose, much like her brother's more common ones. "I shouldn't be so ahead of myself, hm? I've got a long way to go before becoming an elder, and so do you! Actually, would you care to hang out today? We can exchange our favourite places around camp - or hey, maybe outside! Whatever you want," she ended warmly.

Tilting her head back to look at the mismatched sky she let out a heavy sigh her tail twitched by her feet. The light breeze shifted throughout the clearing a certain scent was caught in its grip. tilting her head to the side she began to give a little sniff her attention to the molly vanished completely for the moment being. Lifting herself out of her sitting position she closed her eyes letting the wind brush the tips of her ears. Listening to the wind as if it was some sort of song sending chilled shivers down her spine. After a heartbeat or so she snapped out of her trance turning her attention back to subject at hand. Hearing the last of what the warrior had said she smiled weakly sitting back on her hunches she drew a small pink tongue over her muzzle her blue gaze rested steadily on them. "I-i don;t s-see why we couldn't.... t-though I don't see why you would want to waste your time with someone like me...an outsider" Letting out a bitter laugh she turned her attention away her ears flattened back to her skull her claws sinked as deep as she could managed into the ground below. Holding her breath she waited for them to say something else.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

Originally Posted by Ivyshade

Blackdust huffed condescendingly. "Sounds like a contradiction to me. You're either friends with them or not." He turned his head so that he was facing the sun and basked in its rays. He had noticed the she-cat's fascinated stare but chose to ignore it. After all, in his eyes every cat should notice his perfection. He sighed in boredom. "I suppose I should probably go hunting again..." he murmured softly to himself. RiverClan wouldn't take care of itself.

"May I join you?" she asked, looking at him "I could use a little fresh air and a bit of hunting." she hadn't left the camp for three sunrises and was hoping he'dsay yes.

[Ivyshade]

Originally Posted by Cristalline

"May I join you?" she asked, looking at him "I could use a little fresh air and a bit of hunting." she hadn't left the camp for three sunrises and was hoping he'dsay yes.

Blackdust rolled his eyes in an exaggerated show of irritation but he flicked his tail. "I suppose. But don't get in my way. It is leaf-bare after all. Prey doesn't grow in trees." Ending with that, he rose gracefully to his paws and walked toward the camp entrance with his tail high in the air.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

She rolled her eyes and followed close behind, but making sure she didn't touch the tom.

[vos]

Originally Posted by fenic!

"...Huh?" Beepaw had a bad habit of looking like she needed something whenever she didn't have something to do- one could guess that cats pitied her enough already, but the young apprentice didn't exactly pay attention to it very much. Her aunt and uncle had almost raised her, and so it would be expected of the molly that she'd treat them more like her parents than her birth mother. However, she'd proved all of them wrong- the little apprentice with a limp chased after Thornfrost as much as she could, attempting to learn every last thing about her mother, to be just like the chausie. She'd never exactly acted like the deputy, but more like her uncle, Russetswirl, when he was a kit- incredibly optimistic, and always seeming to think the best of everyone she crossed paths with.


"Oh- did I ask a question?" Beepaw fretted as she found herself faced with Goosedown, a warrior who always looked like they were afraid to hurt her- I'm not that fragile, don't worry! She exclaimed in her head, whenever she felt the stares of older cats, shaking their head whenever she'd try to go talk to her parents- no, just her mother.


Her father was the only thing that could keep her mother loving her kits, and he was dead before she was even born.

“...Oh!” Goosedown’s eyes widen, realizing that Beepaw hadn’t wanted anything from her to begin with. A part of her supposes it’s for the best that Beepaw hadn’t been raised by her mother; as far as the warrior knows, Thornfrost hasn't proven herself to be particularly good of heart. Goosedown had only been an apprentice during Otterstar’s demise and Bucknight’s rise to rule, but she trusts her gut when it tells her something’s off about certain cats. Now she waits, perpetually on edge, to be proven correct.



Beepaw remains positive, optimistic, even -- all despite the limp in her step and her family life. Goosedown finds herself admiring the young one, wishing she’d only have been as persevering at that age. Certainly, there’s no need for pity; she knows nothing good ever comes from a relationship grown on pity.


“No, no! I mean...I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.” Goosedown confesses, the fur around her neck prickling with embarrassed heat. Powdery hues dance over the surroundings, as if she can’t look the younger in the eye. “Lost in my own thoughts, I suppose.”


She bites a laugh out, then clears her throat.


“Have you been eating enough, Beepaw?” She switches, more maternal, calming herself down from her clumsy admission of airheadedness. "Be sure to eat enough while you can. Prey gets scares in leafbare."

[Timbergrowl]

Dusksplash hasn't been exactly good with keeping up with the news. he still trying to fit in. riverclan was only one of the four clans and with leafbare right around the corner he was sure that the prey will get scare. its when he decided to go hunting to make himself useful. so he just walked out here and began hunting.

[Skyleap]

*A screech echoes through the trees, startling a nearby flock of birds*

(Hi, can I join this Clan?)

[Socks]

Silverear nudged her smaller kit, while the bigger one was giving no fuss about having to get some fresh air.
"Frostkit, you need to get out of the nursery sometime, its not good to only be in there for all those six moons." The queen fretted.
"But, its cold." The tiny she-cat mewled.
"Get over it, you're fluffier than me and I don't think its that cold." Pinekit bounded over, nudging his sister roughly to get her playing.
"Now, now, you two play nicely over here while I go grab something to eat." Silverear said, pointing with her tail to where she was going. "Stay here, and don't be too rough Pinekit." She licked her kits' head before walking away.