RiverClan Territory

[ghostwriter]

@Dipper
(Sorry this took a minute! TideClan launches today AND patrols have been dispatched so I’m a little scatterbrained lol)

Stormcall hunted better alone. She always had. And the quiet was was a much needed reprieve. Unable to filter through stimuli, the hectic environment of camp often overwhelmed the steely warrior—though she would never admit it.

However, despite her initial intentions of fishing, a peculiar scent had led the newly ascended deputy away from the riverbank. The scent was distant, but distinct. Stormcall lowered her body, slipping through the reeds like a blue ghost, her eyes scanning the marshy riverbank for any signs of danger.

It was definitely a cat, and definitely not a RiverClan cat. Stormcall flattened her body against the sandy loam, her eyes reduced to jewel-toned slits. She froze, as if she were turned to stone, and waited.

[ThePuzzlerThree]

"Should we follow the river? Maybe there will be some areas where you can teach me how to fish!" @Shadeleaf

[Shade.]

Originally Posted by ThePuzzlerThree

"Should we follow the river? Maybe there will be some areas where you can teach me how to fish!" @Shadeleaf

Lotusheart nodded happily. She turned to the direction of the river.
"It's not too close but soon you'll hear the water noises." she said as she headed there and beckoned Mousepaw to follow.

[ThePuzzlerThree]

Mousepaw obediently followed. Soon, she could hear soft noises from the river. They kept getting louder. @Shadeleaf

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by ghostwriter

@Dipper
(Sorry this took a minute! TideClan launches today AND patrols have been dispatched so I’m a little scatterbrained lol)

Stormcall hunted better alone. She always had. And the quiet was was a much needed reprieve. Unable to filter through stimuli, the hectic environment of camp often overwhelmed the steely warrior—though she would never admit it.

However, despite her initial intentions of fishing, a peculiar scent had led the newly ascended deputy away from the riverbank. The scent was distant, but distinct. Stormcall lowered her body, slipping through the reeds like a blue ghost, her eyes scanning the marshy riverbank for any signs of danger.

It was definitely a cat, and definitely not a RiverClan cat. Stormcall flattened her body against the sandy loam, her eyes reduced to jewel-toned slits. She froze, as if she were turned to stone, and waited.

↬ Alouette ✨

Alouette wandered the foresty landscape she'd once traversed as a member of ShadowClan, as Daintybird -- a name she was here to reclaim now that she'd escaped from those awful twolegs, but she resolved to have a gander at the place prior to settling in some rugged wilderness camp with a bunch of hooligans that'd become her clanmates. It was the best method of survival out here, especially in leafbare, but that didn't deter her disdain for the lifestyle.

Scouting RiverClan territory was her final stop, and.. the fishy scent alone drew memories of the raid upon ShadowClan's camp, a brutal attack. Devastating in its black heartedness, driving them away like they were prey animals. With a huff, she kicked an irregularly-shaped patch of snow to send it flying, and she made a point of stomping over it. She wouldn't mind doing the same to Lionstorm.

Her gaze burned through the frost as it fixed on the direction of the camp. And soon, her paws followed after.

Unfortunately, her stature (or lack thereof) combined with the overwhelmingly marshy scent had masked Stormcall until she was essentially a whisker away. She pulled back with an automatic "eugh", foreleg drawn to her chest as she examined this new development. Well. She guessed she could work with it.

"Excellent--you," she said, crisp and melodic, "yes, you. Be a dear and show me to the camp, won't you? If you could cut a trail through the snow, that would be lovely. And do be thorough, my belly-fur gets terribly curly when dampened."

[Shade.]

Originally Posted by ThePuzzlerThree

Mousepaw obediently followed. Soon, she could hear soft noises from the river. They kept getting louder. @Shadeleaf

Lotusheart led Mousepaw to the river. It was pretty frozen over but some spots were still open and you could hear the water underneath.
"Unfortunately I won't be able to teach you how to fish because the ice and cold water are very dangerous. In warmer times though, the river is lovely." she said. She thought for a wile.
"We have to visit Cattail pond, as patrol requires." she pointed out.

(we gotta finish patrol so i suggest moving the rp there lol.)

[ghostwriter]

@Dipper
(Omg this is gonna be fun XD)

One by one, every hair along Stormcall’s spine stood at attention. Her jewel-toned eyes grew dark and harsh, pupils reduced to thin vertical slits. She was a muscular cat, and made nearly twice her actual size by her bristling pelt. The torn ear, the jagged facial scar—it was quite obvious that the blue-gray she-cat likely wasn’t a medicine cat.
She blinked, brow furrowed. Stormcall processed these words—along with the crunching of snow, the strange scent, the distant chatter of chickadees—all at once. Had this cat really trespassed on RiverClan territory...then spoken to her as if she were an apprentice to repair dens and chase fleas?
A low, threatening growl bubbled up from Stormcall’s chest, and her claws sank into the fresh powder.
“And you expect me to indulge the demands of a trespassing stranger, or are you attempting to appeal to the sense of humor I lack?” She questioned, her voice low and authoritative, “State your business in RiverClan territory, and I shall reconsider removing your ears.” She ordered.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by ghostwriter

@Dipper
(Omg this is gonna be fun XD)

One by one, every hair along Stormcall’s spine stood at attention. Her jewel-toned eyes grew dark and harsh, pupils reduced to thin vertical slits. She was a muscular cat, and made nearly twice her actual size by her bristling pelt. The torn ear, the jagged facial scar—it was quite obvious that the blue-gray she-cat likely wasn’t a medicine cat.
She blinked, brow furrowed. Stormcall processed these words—along with the crunching of snow, the strange scent, the distant chatter of chickadees—all at once. Had this cat really trespassed on RiverClan territory...then spoken to her as if she were an apprentice to repair dens and chase fleas?
A low, threatening growl bubbled up from Stormcall’s chest, and her claws sank into the fresh powder.
“And you expect me to indulge the demands of a trespassing stranger, or are you attempting to appeal to the sense of humor I lack?” She questioned, her voice low and authoritative, “State your business in RiverClan territory, and I shall reconsider removing your ears.” She ordered.

((indeed! oml . the dynamic is to die for.))

↬ Alouette ✨

Alouette was already musing about what her story would be to that stupid golden leader, the fool. He almost certainly wouldn't understand her plans until it was too late, and her paws were crunching the weasely bones on his throat. She doubted Lionstar would remember her. The moment he did, it'd be game over for him. That slippery fish might've made it past Icestar, but she would ensure he spent eternity paying for it.

The growl brought her back to the present, and she sighed overly dramatically, unfazed by her hostility. "No, no, no. That's not how you greet a guest. But! I suppose I will find it in my heart to forgive such a dreadful social faux-pas, because I am a kind and generous being. You are welcome." Alright, that ought to do it. Once this one was finished acting like a brute, they would be on their way. "No need to sing me praises, let's get a move on," she urged with a tip of her head, "I will settle for hearing the praises during our journey." Peering over the stranger, she noted her muscle tone, her rigid stance. Definitely a warrior. A strong warrior, who could handle any.. inconveniences the forest threw at her. That scar suggested she'd managed more than just trail-blazing through the snow before.

"Demands!" she near-gasped, aghast. "Nonsense. I'm fine queen material and," she paused, realizing relations between ShadowClan and RiverClan were perhaps as thin as the ice in some parts of the river, "and I've been raised among your battling and hunting ways. It's simply--the twolegs," she closed her eyes, face scrunching as if recalling a traumatic memory. "They practically STOLE me. I had no escape. It was unbecoming, how they were relentless in their disgusting paws crawling over my fur. Oh, I can hardly endure recalling these insufferable times."

[ghostwriter]

@Dipper

Was Stormcall hearing this cat correctly? She flattened her ears, eyes widening a bit. She had faced any number of vicious rogues in her lifetime, but this was...what was happening?
If this cat had intentions of attacking she likely would have, and while Stormcall was entirely floored by the stranger’s demeanor, she had to admit...it didn’t seem aggressive. Her claws slipped back into blue gray paws, and she tilted her head upwards, assessing the stranger with reserved question.
“Who...are you? And who do you think you are? You imply that you are a clan cat, though clearly not from RiverClan...how do I know you aren’t some sort of...ostentatious rival spy?” The deputy questioned, tail lashing as she thought.
She could not unravel this stranger’s intentions, and that set the perceptive she-cat on edge, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“You don’t seem like the type to protest kittypet life...” she muttered.

[Fade]

*Rapidkit shook there muddy pelt and groomed it Cleaned,they hated mud,they had gotta lost after following a random app out of camp* @wnder