Whiteout
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Riverclan
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Gender: Male
rank: Warrior
age: 20 Moons
pronouns: He/him
tag: @/whiteout
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Post by Whiteout on Oct 22, 2020 1:08:45 GMT
A patrol was well ahead of Whiteout at this point. He had been walking slowly. Too slowly for the group if they actually intended on circumventing Riverclan territory before it started to get dark . Whiteout had trailed behind for some time but eventually one of his fellow warriors complained.
“C’mon Whiteout! Hustle!”
“Oh come now, he’s fine, he’s just tired...”
“I… I am. That.” White quietly admitted. His ears drooped and he dodged his eyes away. “My muscles feel sore today, why don’t you all go ahead..? I’ll walk by myself...”
The other two cats looked at one another. The more annoyed one now looking much more pliant and nodding. “Actually, I guess that could work! If someone tries to sneak in behind us, you can catch them unawares!”
In the end, the other two were happy with this and hurried off on their patrol. The patrol now short one warrior, but otherwise a normal evening was ahead of them. Whiteout sat down as they went, taking a minute to get some rest. Once they were completely out of sight Whiteout breathed out a long, relieved breath.
His bashful expression had dissolved as he peered down at his own paw. He turned it over. There was an open scratch along the pawpad that Whiteout promptly licked. It had been a painful stroll thus far, especially while doing his best to hide the wound from the rest of the patrol. His pawpad stung while he cleaned it, and his tail twitched with mild annoyance.
At least now he could take his time, and perhaps even take the chance to tend to his wound a bit by his lonesome. After a moment of cleaning, he raised his head and looked around. His paw held aloft and out of the dirt while he did so. With a pensive gaze, he decided on what was the next best move to make with his precious free time. [Open for anyone to hop in!]
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poppyblossom ☽
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Thunderclan
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rank: ThunderClan Warrior
age: 36 moons
pronouns: she/her
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Post by poppyblossom ☽ on Oct 27, 2020 0:31:01 GMT
Poppyblossom was supposed to be hunting. Any cat who knew her, however, knew that she wanted to be doing anything but that. Though the orange tabby certainly hated fighting the most, hunting wasn't very high up on her list, either. It was a little bit better, because she did enjoy being able to catch food for her friends, but other than that... it was just a means to an end. Hunting usually had to be done alone, for one; for two, on the off-chance she hunted with a Clanmate, chatting didn't increase their probability of catching any prey. Suffice it to say, hunting was just a quiet activity, and there was nothing 'quiet' about Poppyblossom.
She was stalking along the Thunderclan-side of their border with RiverClan, thinking about what she'd say when she next saw a cat she could talk to. She often rehearsed conversations in her head. Some cats might (read: did) call her crazy, but she just wanted to say the right thing all the time. There were great warriors and skilled hunters, and there were gifted talkers, too. That was what Poppyblossom wanted to be. So, imagine her luck when she saw a dark shape across the way. Her green eyes grew wide, and her tail almost puffed out. Sure, it was a RiverClan cat, but where was the harm in that? They were on their own sides of the river.
"Hey! she meowed excitably as her tail gave a delighted quiver. "You on a hunting patrol, too?" Her voice was loud enough to carry over the sound of the coursing river. She never minded her volume, anyway.
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Whiteout
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Riverclan
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Gender: Male
rank: Warrior
age: 20 Moons
pronouns: He/him
tag: @/whiteout
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Post by Whiteout on Nov 4, 2020 2:15:11 GMT
Whitethroat flinched at the abrupt call. He whirled his head around, bewildered, and looked straight at the cat across the river. A Thunderclan cat! Yet as far as he could tell, she wasn’t up to anything. Just loudly hospitable. His expression was hard to read but he quietly shook his head as a response to her.
Carefully, the Riverclan warrior then got to his paws and padded closer to the border. He was careful on his cut paw along the walk but as soon as he reached the water’s edge he sat down and placed the paw into the shallowest of waters. Just enough to cool the wound a little. Whitethroat hoped it wasn’t obvious, and he didn’t look down to inspect it. He just looked right at the friendly cat.
He was slow to saying anything else. The water of the river was loud and he knew he had to speak up to be heard. There was this uncomfortable twist in his expression as he realized that. He took a deep breath and blew out an exhale before attempting.
“Front of the border patrol!” He finally answered, lying. His voice rasped as he meowed loudly over the river. “I’m waiting for the others to catch up!”
He felt safe making that lie. If she was up to something then maybe she would think twice if reinforcements were expected. The idea let Whitethroat relax more and take in her previous words. His eyes glancing over the dry land on her side of the river. It was hard to make anything out besides her.
“Did you--" His voice rasped and he paused to clear his throat before trying again. "Did you catch anything yet??” He asked, his head absent-mindedly tipping to the side out of earnest curiosity.
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wolfpounce
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Thunderclan
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rank: warrior
age: 32 moons
pronouns: he/him
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Post by wolfpounce on Nov 6, 2020 18:03:29 GMT
you swore on your life you'd make it one day
the riverclan border was a contested one at that, and one that brought wolfpounce great frustration. sunningrocks be damned, they were on thunderclan's side of the river, and all those lousy riverclan cats did was lounge on it as though catching some sun was more important than feeding their already-stuffed clan! however, despite all his complaining, he found it a better place to be than the shadowclan border, where the stench of thunderpath and monster was pungent and repulsive, strong enough to cling to your pelt for days if you lingered around for long enough, and didn't immediately groom yourself once returning to camp.
so... perhaps he could find it within himself, to be a little forgiving of poppyblossom, for having wandered all the way out to the riverclan border, after he made the last-minute decision to follow her rather quite sneakily out of camp when he saw her tail disappearing into the woods. he'd practically grown up with the molly, herself having only just a short few moons on his own, and could remember fondly many times that he'd trained with her. this ambush of his, of course, would serve as excellent ammunition to hold against her to prove that he was a much better warrior than her, after all - what kind of warrior couldn't tell when they were being followed?
as he lowered himself to the ground, raising his haunches, ready to launch a playful attack on his own clanmate, he was deterred by the very sound of poppyblossom's own voice, hollering across the river as though she were demanding the attention of every cat in spread across silverpelt herself. his ears flattened against his skull, and he rose from his hunting crouch with a dejected sigh. as he lifted himself from his position in the undergrowth, he could make out the shape of a riverclan warrior across the water. good, he thought. like they should be. he wasn't exactly surprised that poppyblossom had taken up chatting to the first cat in sight - she was a chatty sort, and he found it rather amusing over some kind of act of treachery. his ears strained for the opposing warrior's reply, and it was only then that wolfpounce decided he might as well reveal himself. if this warrior supposedly had others not far behind him, then he would much rather provide poppyblossom with support than a heart-attack.
he emerged from the trees and onto the riverbank like a fox from its den, his head held high and confident, the sand shifting beneath his massive paws as he came up to poppyblossom's side. he bumped his flank into hers in greeting, though not once did his sharp gaze leave the other warrior.
"greetings," he said clearly, his voice naturally loud enough to project across the river without needing to give it much effort.
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poppyblossom ☽
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Thunderclan
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rank: ThunderClan Warrior
age: 36 moons
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Post by poppyblossom ☽ on Nov 15, 2020 6:31:24 GMT
It took him longer to reply than she could take. Her body was practically vibrating with the need to talk to some cat. Poppyblossom didn't have her priorities as in order as she should, despite being as many moons old as she was. Although, that never really bothered her much. She made sure that she supported her Clan in the best manner possible. The ginger molly was just built differently. Call it cruel irony that she was born into a society that hinged on battle prowess. She just wanted to foster relationships with as many cats as possible in the hopes of making at least a few of them smile.
"Border patrol?" she shouted back, blinking. Despite her need to form connections, she didn't want to get him in trouble if they were on their way there. This RiverClan tom seemed friendly enough, though. He moved a little closer, got a few paws wet, and asked her about her hunting. A big smile wedged itself across her face. "Nothing yet! I find I catch more prey once I get a little chatter out of my system." That was largely true. She did focus better with company before going off on solo hunts. It tided her over until she returned to camp to seek out her latest victim to share tongues with.
"I've seen you at Gatherings before!" Poppyblossom mewed excitably. "I'm Poppyblossom!" She stood up proud and tall on her toes, wholly unaware of Wolfpounce's approach until he was nearly on top of her. The molly startled and gasped, then quickly settled the moment she realized who it was. A purr rumbled in her chest, already present from her meeting her new friend across the river. "Hey, Wolfpounce," she chirruped happily as she gently headbutted his shoulder. "I was just saying 'hi' to... well, I don't know his name yet, but promise to be nice, okay?" she blinked meaningfully at her Clanmate.
"This is Wolfp-!" her voice cut off as she realized that Whiteout had seemingly left while she spoke to Wolfpounce. Poppyblossom's tail and ears drooped. "Oh." wolfpounce |
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