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  • #7670
    Pheebs
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    M O R N I N G

    the young shaman

    If you asked Morningpaw, she’d say this wasn’t how she planned her day. She’d woken up, truthfully she’d been up for hours, and gotten off her ass to get food and like any good apprentice, Morningpaw had busied herself with organizing and fixing herbs. Peachblossom had been training her for two moons at this point, and it was safe to say the apprentice knew enough to recognize the plants on sight (and by smell). After completing that task, the golden tabby set about wasting the rest of her day away. Technically, Morningpaw was still recovering, despite her being just fine, thank you

    So, how had she gone from mulling over her healing injuries and the unfairness of, well, everything to nearly drowning? It probably had something to do with that stupid bird.

    Morningpaw scrambled her way onto a large boulder, utilizing what knowledge she had on tree climbing to pull herself up. With choked breaths, she managed to regain a semblance of calm before assessing the situation. ‘Fantastic, this is just… fantastic.’ Crouching low, the tabby aimed for a nearby boulder and gradually made her way to shore by leaping from slab to slab. It wasn’t until the Thunderclanner was safely on dry land that the smell struck her, what she’d assumed was the river was, in fact, Riverclan territory. 

    “Because nearly drowning isn’t enough,” Morningpaw snorted, her laugh lacking humor. Without her tail, she felt off-balance, not to mention naked in the ugliest way. Morning was still learning how to move without the familiar weight of her tail and so far the experience had been strange and altogether unpleasant. Now was no time to muse over this, though, and Morningpaw set about figuring how to cross the river again. Problem: The waves looked miles high and seemed ready to grab her, and she couldn’t leap boulders as the stones were soaked at this point. Great.

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    #7683
    Feared
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    Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior

    Lips parted as a wide yawn slipped from the tomcat, pupils narrowed slightly as he slowly licked at his lips. Last night had been a late night with patrols to keep foxes off of the land, which their clan bustling with such young felines it was crucial to keep them safe. Chin tilting slightly for a moment as the young Tom lowered his chin on the warm flat rock next to the river, whiskers twitching with the soft breeze that rustled the reeds and tall grass. Even with the sun being so high in the sky, the temperature wasn’t too horrible this day, causing a small sigh of relief to slip from his lips as his sage green eyes flickered towards the ThunderClan border that was just laying beyond. Who had been that mysterious tomcat that he had seen only moonrise’s ago. Instead, his thoughts were interrupted at the sound of something splashing into the water, pupils narrowing slightly as he only had to turn his chin an octave in order to spot the drenched golden rag of an apprentice struggling in the river, spitting and wailing around as she fought to keep her head above the surface. Everything happened so quickly that he couldn’t put two and two together that she had fallen and was struggling. But she seemed to pull herself out of the river, his grey nose twitching for a moment as he watched her, his eyes landing upon her collar as she stood there. Drenched and pissed.

    Obviously he thought the she-cat to be a kitty pet, not stopping to think she was a ThunderClanner, her scent wasn’t noticeable because of the river water. At her angry scold to herself, causing him to snicker slightly. “Could get caught by a RiverClanner.” His deep voice sounded, arching an eyebrow but he didn’t bother jumping down from the flat stone. His grey pelt smoothed down from his previous grooming session, eyes narrowing curiously as the muscular tomcat watched Morningpaw. Her tail was mostly missing, causing an eyesore as he looked at the young feline, chin tilting as a laugh escaped him. “I’m sorry, you look like a soaked chipmunk.” He snickered softly for a moment, his long and feathery tail twitching as he cleared his throat. “What are you doing so far from home, kitty pet?” He questioned, simply curious how she managed to get this far without being stopped.

    #7694
    Trout
    Participant

    Troutspots

    The dappled shadows began to creep over pebbled banks along the river that marked the border between Riverclan and Thunderclan as the sun drifted to its peak. Everything was silent and still aside from the occasional yawn and sigh from the silver tabby that lounged lazily upon the warm stones.  Why did Goosefur even bother leaving the camp?  Troutspots thought to herself as her pale mitted-paw danced lightly along the rooted path, stopping every so often the brush her sleek pelt against a tree or fern. The long monotonous summer days had started to bleed together for the inexperienced warrior. Just another boring day, on another boring patrol with a partner that was too lost in his own musings to contribute any form of conversation.  Trout was beginning to feel as though she was missing out on all the fun. From the war to the expulsion of foxes the night before she hadn’t been permitted to partake in any harrowing affairs. Frustrated, the spotted tabby shook her slender shoulders and opened her jaws to scent the air but found nothing of interest. It was dull, inglorious work. At least that was the thought milling about in the mind of the tall russet molly as she trotted up to Goosefur’s perch. Halfway to the rock’s mossy base, her feet instinctively came to a halt as the familiar beat of flailing paws in rushing water rippled out across the dreary breeze.

    Curious and slightly bemused the spotted tabby tipped her head as the little golden tabby struggled to pull itself onto the rocky shore. It was a persistent little beastie. Which, in another circumstance, might have garnered a shred of respect from the hotheaded warrior; however, the sodden scrap of fur had about as much business being in their territory as it did in the river. The purpose of a warrior’s life was to serve their clan; whether it was by patrolling, hunting, or fighting, they all had to live by the code. That value was the cornerstone to their way of life, one that her mentor and father had drilled into her head repeatedly. So it did not matter to her whether the younger cat was some hapless loner or a mousebrained Thunderclanner, she would see that this sniveling little welp would question ever going near the river again. The liveliness and zealotry of her youth demanded that she be reckless and fueled her innate desire to prove herself.

    With electric vigor, her dark ginger pelt came to life as her powerful muscles tensed to strike, ignoring the older warrior’s casual manner and comments. Her callous grin was hesitant and was as complex in expression, as it quivered across her normally beatific features. This encounter was probably going to be the most exciting thing she’d do all Greenleaf, and she wasn’t about the play the softhearted simpleton like Goosefur.  In an instant, she sprung forth, her gracefully long legs effortlessly carrying her long frame across the mossy ground. Troutspots descended upon the apprentice like a hawk on a mouse as she angled her shoulder down for impact. Finely tone muscles relaxed the second her shoulder barreled into Morningpaw’s side. No teeth. No claws. Not yet anyway… This minor display of aggression was only meant to serve as a sort of brutal, physical greeting to the outsider. An abrasive ‘Hello and get off my turf’, as it were. The combination of her speed and weight sent the soaked little molly sprawling to the ground. “What’cha think you’re doing here, lil’ beastie?” The cruel hiss sizzled out from tightly clenched jaws as the tuxedoed molly paused her assault. Her searing, golden gaze hungrily swept over her new toy’s pelt, finding the delicate pink strap encircling her neck. Troutspot’s maw opened wide with a sharp, barking laugh. “Oh, not a lil’ beastie…  You’re just a helpless, wittle kittypet.” The snide taunt was reminiscent of something her late mother might have said while tormenting an opponent during her brief reign of terror. A thought which mildly unsettled Troutspots as she mindless began to pace from side to side anticipating some form of retaliation. “So kitty-kitty, did you have a nice wittle swim?” She purred, her jaws unclenching as her long, banded tail twirled merrily about in the air. This was going to be fun.

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    Troutspots - Ivypaw - Pondstorm - Pinepaw

    #7698
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Morningpaw winced, jerking away from the stranger’s words. ‘Get caught when you touch another cat’s land, of course. Because it couldn’t get any worse than being dragged down river and turning out in unfamiliar land.’ Minkpaw would probably laugh the encounter off, Morningpaw would normally stutter out a nervous excuse. She didn’t have time to decide before a ginger pelt flew towards her, sending the apprentice tumbling to the ground.

    Maybe it was the weeks spent stuck in camp, or the moons spent getting bullied and harassed for her collar, whatever it was it made Morning’s typical shyness vanish. The Thunderclanner took her time getting to her feet, imagined Peachblossom’s voice in her head (she’d be laughing at Morning, too), and sat down like she belonged there.

    “My home is just across the river.” Morningpaw’s azure gaze drifted towards the female warrior. “I can’t say the swim was pleasant, ma’am.” Even now, Morning was swallowing her anxiety as she struggled with a feeling of irritation.

    “I apologize for intruding, it’s- I’ve had a rough few weeks. Lost my tail to a fox attack and I’ve been stuck choking on the smell of herbs for the better half of a moon.” The golden furred molly fiddled with her collar, pawing at the pink band. A moment of silence passed before she spoke up again, words carefully chosen to come out neutrally.

    “I should introduce myself. My name is Morningpaw, I am an apprentice of Thunderclan- born and raised- and I’m being trained under Peachblossom.” The tabby had reached a point in her life where she wasn’t afraid to claim her rank. When before she would avoid mentioning her role in the clan’s hierarchy, now Morningpaw spoke with pride. “I was taking a walk and slipped, I- well I got carried down stream I believe.” It was a bit of a blur, all she knew was that the trees across the border were not recognizable.

    #7700
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    Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior

    Sage green eyes were mildly colored with amusement as he watched the speckled tabby launch herself at the intruder, while he stayed perfectly relaxed and poised on his perch, watching the interaction with a curiousness to him. Although he did nothing to stop Troutspots from knocking the apprentice over, his pupils narrowed still at the way she spoke to the intruder, the fur along his spine rising slightly as he was reminded of the way his eldest brother treated him. Troutspots was a young and inexperienced warrior that was desperately trying to find her place in the order of things, causing his maw to part as a slow and bored sounding sigh was released from his lips. “Give her a change to speak, Troutspots. Let her amuse us for a little bit before she feels your bite.” Goosefur meowed slowly, his green eyes never leaving Morningpaw as he watched her facial expressions. She was certainly tougher than he would have pegged her for as she pushed herself back up from the ground, little nose twitching with irritation as her eyes spat fire in Troutspots direction. No shit, froggy. He thought as she stated that her home was sitting just on the other side of the river, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he gave her a slightly irritated expression, as if he hadn’t just watched her fall into the river without any grace.

    However, as she continued to speak, he felt his eyebrow lift slightly in questioning as she mentioned that her tail had been lost due to a fox attack. Kitty pets rarely ever ran into foxes, and even if they had, they would have lost more than just merely their tail. At the mention of herbs, Goosefur grunted slightly as he pushed his tall and muscular form up from the flat slate of stone he had been lying upon, his heavy body landing upon the soft dirt with a thump. “Never heard of a Morningpaw, but I am well aware who Peachblossom is.” His deep voice rumbled while his expression turned to become thoughtful as he looked the apprentice up and down, his eyes landing upon her pink collar. “They allowed a clan cat to keep a collar? That’s rather bizarre.” He commented slightly, clearly disgusted at the sight of it before his green eyes landed upon the aggressive stance of his Clanmate. “Troutspots relax yourself. If she is who she says she is, then she is welcome upon RiverClan territory.” He explained, moving to where he was standing in front of the dappled tabby as his gaze hardened slightly, before he turned his chin to side glance Morningpaw. “Medicine cats are the only intruders that are welcome, next time you decide to drop in, introduce yourself first before getting maimed.” Goosefur smirked slightly, Peachblossom’s wraith was something he did not want to meddle with.

    After giving Troutspots another warning glance, the large grey and silver tabby turned on his big paws to where he was looking down at Morningpaw, appearing thoughtful. “You shouldn’t have been walking so close to the river if you cannot swim.” Was all he said with a slight shrug as he walked towards the bank of the river, lowering himself to press his stomach against the stone patched ground while lapping at the waters surface. Ears flipped backwards as he listened behind him, while his green eyes stared into the forest before him, the scent was alluring and almost beckoned him from here and there. “Once your able, there are stepping stones further down the bank that should help aid your way back home.” Goosefur meowed as he straightened out his body and turned his head to gaze at the two she-cats, his eyes giving nothing away but he held a small smirk upon his face.

    #7702
    Trout
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    Troutspots

    “Starclan, give me strength!” The spotted tabby yowled in a half-mocking, half exasperated tone as she watched the sun-colored tabby prop herself up and set herself back down on the mossy floor as if it were a throne. ‘Petulant little scrap.’ She thought to herself as her shoulders heaved back into a less threatening pose, though her almond-shaped eyes narrowed in speculation. Troutspots’ angsty rage boiled down to mild agitation as she listened to puny furball ramble off her grievances. This Morningpaw was undoubtedly no warrior’s apprentice, that much was certain. She would have been far less whiney and understanding of the unfairness of life. Though perhaps that dark lesson was something she would learn as a Medicine Cat caught in the throws of Leafbare.

    The russet molly kept her distance, as Goosefur began his inquiry with profound vexation. Naturally, the walking ball of fuzz would only animate now that things had become interesting. Her ears fell flat, flashing their bright white spots in annoyance as she lashed her tipped tail towards Goosefur, acknowledging his warnings. Troutspots was beginning to feel like a kit as she listened to the older tom simultaneously lecture her and the misplaced Medicine Cat’s Apprentice. And with that same kit-ish nature, her prejudice tongue resumed it’s crude torment, “Of course, she’s Thunderclan. Half their bloody ranks have to made up of kittypets by now.” Troutspots giggled softly, her voice gradually returning to its light melodic soprano as it drifted above the rumbling drone of the river. Being only half-clan, one might expect the young warrior to demonstrate a little compassion to those that were not entirely native to clan life, but they’d be wrong. Her father lived with the guilt of his infidelity and code-breaking and made sure his daughter knew that she would have to fight and work for her right to be accepted. Yet, there sat a little kittypet trying to masquerade as a clan cat while having the gal to still fiddle with the mark of subservience that hung around her pretty throat. It made Troutspots’ stomach churn with disgust and confusion. “We’d better escort her back across the stepping stones to the border, Goosefur. Clumsy little furball just might manage to fall in there too.” The lanky warrior sneered, though it was honestly the nicest thing she’d said the whole patrol. Without waiting for either cat to object, the molly began to trot downstream, holding her tail high with her usual imperious air. 

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    Troutspots - Ivypaw - Pondstorm - Pinepaw

    #7705
    Pheebs
    Participant

    “My name was announced the last gathering, I was a warrior apprentice at the time,” Morningpaw explained with a shrug. In reaction to Goosefur’s remark, the golden molly sat straighter. “My mother was a kittypet, she took a mate within Thunderclan and kept her collar. She died a few moons ago and this collar is all I have of her. It’s never impeded me in my duties but I’ve been told the color takes getting used to.” Moons filled with snide remarks and well-hidden disgust from clanmates and strangers alike had done little to wear Morning down, in fact, her determination in regards to her collar had only increased. It was a prized possession, one that only death would separate from her. 

    “Medicine cats are the only intruders that are welcome, next time you decide to drop in, introduce yourself first before getting maimed.” ‘Oh thank Starclan for that,’ the feline visibly relaxed at the tom’s words. “I’m s-sorry, I guess I was t-too busy getting caught off guard by strangers.” Morningpaw snapped, eyes that were usually warm turned icy as she glanced at the older she-cat. “St-Starclan forbid I m-make comments about y-your leader the way you ma-make comments about Bluefire.” Bluefire was really the reason Morningpaw was dragged onto that Starclan-forsaken fox patrol, so Morningpaw had no reason to defend her. Except for the fact that the apprentice felt a certain obligation, knowing of the friendship (if it could be called that) between her mentor and the dilute deputy. 

    The golden tabby scrambled to her feet, but she made no move to follow Troutspots. “I guess neither of you pl-plan on introducing yourselves.” This, at least, was said with earnest confusion. Morningpaw had meant for her introduction to open up a way for them to introduce themselves. Clearly, neither were inclined to do so. Turning to the older warrior, a grey furred tom who seemed far wiser in experience than the passionate molly beside them, Morningpaw stepped close to ask a question. “Is it typical for warriors to run over strangers in their territory?” The funniest part of that question was the sincere look of bewilderment she wore. Morningpaw had no need to join patrols and even then, run-ins were fairly uncommon so the events that had just occurred left the apprentice confused.

    #7715
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    Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior

    He couldn’t say that he really cared to hear Morningpaw’s life story behind the fact that she was wearing a collar, his eyes narrowing upon the pink foreign object before he smirked. “If that’s what you’re into.” Goosefur shrugged a single broad shoulder, ear twitching at the sound of Troutspots snide commented. She wanted wrong, seemed like most of ThunderClan was tainted with kitty pet blood but he didn’t care, ThunderClan was a strong clan filled with forest dwellers, in ways respect was due. Although he kept his mouth shut, Troutspots was a young warrior, barely making it out of her warrior ceremony, perhaps he had been the same way before he gained some sense. Sage green eyes returning to look at Morningpaw as she snapped at him, her blue eyes filled with fire. He didn’t care and didn’t mind the attitude she was giving him, he could simply return it as his green eyes narrowed faintly. “Doesn’t matter, you need to be more careful near the river instead of prancing around. If you cannot swim, then it could be treacherous.” Goosefur simply responded, he didn’t care that she had ended up on their side of the river, mistakes were made, but she could have lost her life. Perhaps it bothered him so much because his littermate, Darktorrent, had almost died in a similar situation, although that had been entirely out of all of their paws. Troutspots harsh words met his ears, causing him to mentally roll his eyes for a moment while his muzzle moved to point in the direction of the stepping stones that would help the clumsy molly to cross back over to her territory.

    Morningpaw was beyond irritated with the both of them, but he couldn’t blame her. Troutspots hadn’t exactly been welcoming but what did Morningpaw expect? For them to bow their heads and treat her like royalty? She trespassed and Troutspots was acting in kind, although he was more relaxed about the situation, he knew her status. As she questioned whether or not they would give their names, he smirked, his green eyes filled with amusement as his whiskers pulled back against his cheeks as they walked. “You don’t need to know them.” Was all he said about the subject of names, his silky tail flashing at her second sentence. “Actually is it. You are a stranger and a trespasser, I’m not sure you are aware or not but it is a warriors duty to fight or scare of intruders.” Goosefur simply responded, his eyes narrowing as they walked, not caring to look back at her, she was young and naive. Not all warriors were kind. “Medicine cats can typically venture where they want, but they even have to tread on thin ice. Not everyone is welcome or takes kindly to their presence. But I know it was an accident you ended up on our bank.” He explained, chin turning as his gaze swept along the ThunderClan border. The stepping stones were finally coming to view as his pupils dilated as he noticed that the river was lazily grazing over the stones here and there. The current being a bit fuller than usual. “The stepping stones are just ahead, will you be able to cross them on your own?” Goosefur questioned, his big head turning in order for his gaze to land upon Morningpaw.

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