Sedgewater Valley

[Goopysharkboi]

Originally Posted by jupiter

doepaw

Fixing a scathing glance at the outsider, the prissy apprentice narrowed her eyes. Yeah- she'd like to see him try to bust into their camp and murder their kits. Somehow, she had a feeling they would notice quickly, if not immediately. If he even exists. She thought distrustfully, trust issues blockading her from believing this guy. Yeah, right.

Glancing over at Sheepfluff, Doepaw cocked a catbrow, coppery eyes darting from the warrior to the outsider then to the dead bodies. They died together, and for a second, she saw her parent's bodies there instead of the rouges. This memory brought on another wave of bitterness, and she narrowed her eyes, cream fur bristling. "You're totally right. Why shouldn't we believe a trespassing rouge who is currently standing by two shredded bodies?" How could they not know that he wasn't the killer? He was standing by a couple of mangled corpses, and seemed to know a lot about these two cats.

A suspicious amount of knowledge. Trespassing. She looked the outsider up and down, white paws fidgeting on the ground as she flicked her ear in response to Sheepfluff's second statement in her direction. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. She should've asked to come and blah blah blah. She stood there silently, eyes darting back to the bodies, then back at the tomcat when he spoke. Her brow creased dubiously, and she flexed her claws, picking out a small leaf that had gotten stuck between her toes and then searched her paw for any more unwelcome ornaments.

"Great, looks like they have it covered. I call dibs on not cleaning that up-" She flicked a dainty paw in the direction of the bodies, the smell of death making her a bit sick. "Just kick them to the RiverClan side and call it good, the disgusting, fish-face assholes." Did she sound insensitive? Probably. Did it matter? No. Obviously, they had bigger problems than where their corpses lay. One of those problems, and perhaps the most prominent one being that they were.... dead.

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Ryan seemed nervous. "What if William attacks you? I could fight him but I'm horrible at fighting."

[Tecumori]

Owlpaw
WindClan | Apprentice | He/Them | 5 moons | 15/100
Purrmanent Purrks: Mind Reader; Agatha Kitty

Owlpaw nodded at Swiftheart. He wasn't sure how much he was meant to mark and didn't want to accidentally mark the wrong side of the border. He finished scenting the area he was in and headed over to Swiftheart, ready to call it a day.

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[Wingnettle]

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Milknose (he/him)
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Milknose finished marking a nearby bush and then rejoined his group, nodding to Swiftheart and Owlpaw. "Yes, we shall go back." He rasped, then licked his lips with his tongue. He really needed to go back and rest under some shade; his throat was getting worse and worse and his whole mouth felt as dry as a desert right now.

Addressing the older warrior, Milknose pointed with his muzzle into the direction behind them: "Lead the way."

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[Ian]

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The forever queen was out on a walk, the wind tugging gently at her ginger fur. She probably shouldn't have gone so close to the RiverClan border, but it was safer than ShadowClan, and definitely safer than ThunderClan. She knew Bumblestar would rip her pelt off if she caught her there. And ShadowClan was simply unpredictable.

Tensions may have been high with RiverClan, but Beanstar was dead so hopefully that meant the war would end. Would it not be pointless to keep fighting with the culprit already dead? Shiningskies didn't believe in punishing others for one's mistake.

She had made her own mistakes. Many of them. ThunderClan was a painful memory, sometimes literally. She still got bouts of emotion and fuzzy memories whenever she thought too hard about what had happened.

Shiningskies shook her head with a huff, not allowing her thoughts to wander any further. Or her paws. She was close enough to the border as it was, and she didn't want to provoke any RiverClan cats into attacking.

@Starfall

[Starfall]

Crowstorm
@Lillian
[Powerplay used with Lillians Permission]

He was walking off some steam, tail lashing behind him. He hadn't been getting good sleep recently, his pelt was ragged, uncombed. Something unusual for the tom. Head hunched and shoulders sagging more often. If he were capable of having eye bags under his eyes, he would.

Twitching his nose, he realized he was rather close to the ThunderClan border. For a second worry spiked through him, before simmering out. Base it off lack of sleep, but he decided he did not care. Tired golden eyes catching onto an unfamiliar pelt. Nose catching onto the heavy scent of...well...non RiverClan that's for sure.

Maybe it was against his better judgement, maybe it was due to the festering fury he had inside. Perhaps it was both. Perhaps it was neither. Perhaps it was an old ancestor whispering in his ear. Offering promises of unknown knowledge that the tom would love. His claws flexed, and before he knew it he was lunging at the molly.

Claws aimed to latch onto any fur he could, any skin he could. Teeth aiming to clamp around the neck. It was quick. No bittersweet death. No mechenholy last words or moments. One second there was life in her eyes, the next her life was bleeding out into the River beside them. Crowstorms face giving off no emotion other than a few seconds of regret. But it didn't last long, once his brain caught up with his actions, he realized he needed to hide the body.

Ears twitching as he realized, oh yes. There's a river right beside them. With a nudge or two, the body splashed into the rushing rapids, and was actively being whisked away.

Crowstorm may get some decent sleep tonight, as long as the gift is accepted.

[Dust]

[ → Travelling From Lionsbeach → ]

[ @Tobi ]

CherrySwirl beamed, quite pleased that her faux apprentice picked up on their direction quickly. Cherry couldn't remember her initial visit to the shared border... it had been so long ago now. Still, as the pair would get closer and closer, the warrior would wrinkle her snout with a disapproving exhale of air through her nose. Out of all the clans, WindClan definitely smelt the nicest of the three neighbors, though their heathery... soil type scent was strong enough to knock back a full grown warrior.

"WindClan indeed, Dunepaw," She mumbled, keeping a steady pace near the river as she guided the apprentice along the border. Actually, while they were here... it wouldn't be a bad idea to renew their own markers. They weren't faint by any means. RiverClan, WindClan, faint scents of land prey and blood, and the lovely fresh smell of the river. "So, I don't recommend coming here to hunt often, especially with the risk of crossing borders. That's really the last we need right now." She had taken notice of the slight hiss as he spoke before. As he mumbled, Cherry would nod along, intently listening to his words. Being upset with WindClan was perfectable reasonable. Despite Beans.. sttaaaa.... spprrroouuuttt?'s behavior and taking a life from TwilightStar... at least she had lives to lose. WindClan had acted rashly with their attack after Bean's death.

"Well, thats what this training is for! I promise, I will do everything in my power to help you grow into a big, strong warrior. But we all have to start from the bottom. Having that solid foundation and structure is so important because once you master those basic skills, you can excel in everything else." She flicked her tail towards the river, keeping golden eyes trained on the distant moors for any sign of WindClan patrols. "I would love to come back to a quieter part of the river and start training you up on current strength. You already knowing how to swim and tread water is huge!" Cherry grinned, turning away from her intent watch to flash Dunepaw a warm expression. "So, GingerFrost, or whoever he decides to deputize, or when he takes Star - whoever does it - will commonly send you out to these border lines to remark and freshen the scent. It keeps both our territories in order... the more often it's marked, the better we know if WindClan tries to push their borders into ours. Let's go ahead and mark it up a bit, just until the next patrol comes through!" And with that, Cherry began to rub up against nearby foliage, really marking up the area on RiverClan's side as she waited for any comments, questions, or concerns from Dunepaw.

[Kass]

Dunepaw

30/100

He nodded who would even wish to hunt next to these land lovers? Especially windclan. his ears swiveled as he glanced around taking in the sight before him. So this is the border eh? Hmph he listened carefully and copied cherry as he rubbed against the foliage to help mark the border. So what was it like when you where a apprentice? he mewed trying to make small talk to break the silence.

@Dust

[Dust]

[ @Tobi ]

Cherry stifled an amused grin at his slight dig on the Rabbit-cats, doing her best to keep composed and keep her attention at an all time high. They really didn't need any stealthy cats coming up... especially when they were talking smack. Granted, Dunepaw wasn't completely wrong - they were in fact lovers and land, more specifically the fields and moors.

"It's all in the whiskers and cheeks - make sure to really get your face rubbed up against some of those plants and tree trunks, rocks too. It will leave the best scent. Oh and also! If your clanmates are keen enough, they may be able to decipher your specific scent!" Her tail swept low behind her as she trekked beside the river. The ginger molly looked lost in thought as she mused about her own apprenticehood. Stars, it really was moons ago.

"Well," She started, moving at a pace more suitable to trek alongside Dunepaw, "I spent most of my time with my littermate, AspenTail. We used to get into all sorts of shenanigans - mind you, not dangerous ones. The clan definitely felt... more warm than it sometimes does now, but I think that's only because of everything we've been through the past moon. I've been trying to take a step back and really look at the big picture and what we can do to," CherrySwirl hummed for moment, searching for the right words, "...To ... get back to it? Or back to a time where we were... thriving?" She turned a friendly smile to the young feline,

"I guess I just had a normal apprenticeship. Training and played with my brother... my parents were older warriors, so they were always doing their own thing. My mentor was great! I learned a lot from them. But, nothing strange or crazy happened... just clan life!" Wow. That must have made her sound boring as rocks. In fact, she really needed more interesting stories for when she was a frail, old elder getting pampered and preened by naughty apprentices. "Hmm, Dunepaw. Go ahead and drink in the air around you. Let me know what you smell. And I dont mean prey and cats, really think about it. Decipher the scents, associate them to a creature, a plant..." CherrySwirl stopped in her tracks to allow Dunepaw to focus on that instead of walking. She waited with a patient smile and an attentive expression.

[Kass]

Dunepaw
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He blinked once, nodded, then turned his attention towards the opposite side of the territory. It smelled of…wind and dirt. He snorted at that fact how could they live out there exposed to the elements like that? Well I can’t really talk I barely survived the flood…sandpaw however had caught a sickness afterwards and died shortly after. the thought of his brother makes him falter a step. You look to have led a nice life…and I smell dirt and wind..but a faint scent of rabbit and birds. he meowed. A disdained frown completes his unimpressed expression. They really are lame aren’t they cherryswirl? I couldn’t stand having to pick fur out of my teeth and claws.

@Dust

[Dust]

[ @Tobi ]

As she watched Dunepaw drink in the scents, she did the same - raising her maw into the air. The warrior nodded along, her eyes closed as she inhaled. Aside from soil and the wind, Cherryswirl could taste the fresh scent of grass, soft heathery tones, and the refreshing stoney smell of the nearby river. She nodded, smiling brightly at the apprentice, still proud of his beginning assessment.

"Yeah, it wasn't too bad at all. I got very lucky." The warrior raised a gaze towards the sky, reminiscing for only a moment. There was still plenty of territory to explore! "I don't think I've had a chance to sit down and talk to a cat from WindClan. I've made small talk at gatherings but," She gave it a heavy thought. Of course, she too was spiteful for the recent attack but did she hate them? She certainly didn't like them... but she could understand Dunepaws disdain. "It's best we be respectful, to prevent further conflict. Insults on the battle field are much different than insults in passing... that is of course unless they start it!" Cherry purred in amusement. With a flick of her tail, she motioned for Dunepaw to follow, "Come on, let's keep going." Slowly, the ginger molly picked up her pace,

"So, you want to become strong. What do you think will help you achieve that? Are you wanting to be more physically strong... mentally prepared on the battle field and in tense situations? Or do you want to find your strength in numbers and fighting alongside your friends?"