September 19, 2020 at 5:38 pm #8095
Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior
Why was he here? Only Starclan knew! His mind was completely transfixed with the tall and broad brown tomcat of ThunderClan. Those yellow eyes and his bob tail were incredibly charming and only added to the other male’s already handsome features. Almost a moon ago he had first spotted this handsome feline when out in a patrol, both the RiverClan and ThunderClan patrol had been caught in a verbal confrontation. But really the only one he had noticed was Stagpelt, although he had tried hard not to stare, it was hard not to look at someone so beautiful. Then last night at the gathering, his heart had been hammering when he caught sight of Stagpelt once more, he had appeared well groomed for the occasion. Although there were many brown toms in ThunderClan, Stagpelt clearly stood out for Goosefur. His pelt was two toned, with a rich dark mahogany brown upper coat, causing his eyes to pop against the dark rich fur. While his underpelt was a paler creamy brown, it was soft under tone and went well with his dark brown fur. Goosefur had no doubt that if StarClan had planted antlers upon Stagpelt’s head then he would indeed look like the elegant stag he was named after. A soft sigh of admiration slipped from this tomcats lips as he thought back to the mysterious male.
They had spoken some, even Goosefur wasn’t that dumb to let the opportunity slip by. At least Stagpelt had at least recognized him from the border skirmish, and his deep voice was alluring and made Goosefur shiver just at the mere memory. Was it odd to have these thoughts? His father certainly thought so, but maybe because he thought such things over a tom in a different clan, maybe nothing would come of it. Grunting slightly, his pelt became a bit warm from his running thoughts, dark grey and stone grey fur ruffled along his spine as he looked down at the small stream that flowed halfway through the border between ThunderClan and RiverClan. I need to cool down. He thought to himself, broad forepaws moving to be placed in the chilly water, his toes landing against the pebbles. Slowly the tall and muscular tomcat lowered his body into the stream, the water barely covering his back. A soft sigh of relief rushed through him as he was cooled down, but sadly it didn’t stop his mind from racing as he wading a short distance into the stream, lowering his chin upon the ThunderClan bank as he thoughtfully gazed at the oak forest. Was Stagpelt in there right now? Patrolling or hunting? Was it just Goosefur who had felt the pull? Perhaps it was, Stonefall had been convinced that his son was an abomination and perhaps he was right… but oh what Goosefur wouldn’t give to see Stagpelt again. That thought left a tender smile on his lips as his green eyes lifted up towards the sky, the sun was setting and the sky was beginning to darkening. Beautiful.September 21, 2020 at 1:08 am #8108SoliloquySilverParticipant
ThunderClan and RiverClan did not get along, plain and simple. Arguments and scuffles broke out between the cats of these two clans all the time. Despite this, however, a friendship seemed to be blooming between two toms from these clans. Stagpelt was a large, well-built tomcat with a brown pelt and haunting yellow eyes. This tom exuded strength, power, and grace as he strode through the forest, very much like the creature his late mother had named him after. Despite his large body, Stagpelt’s pawsteps were silent as he weaved through the trees and thick underbrush. He wasn’t sure why, but something was urging him to head towards the RiverClan border. He didn’t have anything better to do this late, and he wasn’t tired, so why not? As he approached the treeline, he noticed a grey pelt lazing in the stream, right at the bank on ThunderClan’s side of the stream, not paying attention to their surrounds whatsoever. RiverClan. Stagpelt’s eyes narrowed faintly as he silently approached the fish-breath at the border to tell them to swim back to their own side, but as he got closer, his annoyance melted away. It was just Goosefur, a RiverClan tom he had been getting to know recently.
“Do you RiverClanners always wade around so close to ThunderClan territory?” Stagpelt’s deep voice rumbled out, standing right above Goosefur. To the RiverClan tom, it would seem that the ThunderClan warrior had appeared out of nowhere. Despite his grumbly voice, there was a bit of humor on the brown tom’s face as he looked down at the RiverClan warrior, the nub where his tail had once been twitching in amusement.September 21, 2020 at 7:15 am #8112
Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior
His eyes were closed as he drank in the scents all around him, the oaken trees that stood tall and proud on the other side of the stream had a lovely scent. Not many trees grew on the RiverClan territory but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy them, in fact he found trees to be beautiful and even a little intimidating. Goosefur was lost in thought, standing in the stream with his chin laying upon the ThunderClan bank, his ears drooping slightly upon his head to indicate just how relaxed he was, long thick tail flowing behind him, moving as it will in the slow pull of the stream. Nevertheless it was obvious that he had no clue about Stagpelt’s arrival, even his scent was being blow back towards the forest, scent glands betraying the RiverClan tomcat of any danger. Green eyes snapped open as a voice reached his ears, now his mind hadn’t fully processed that the beholder of the voice was very familiar and was even more than welcome. All his mind knew was a ThunderClanner was speaking and his heart had about jumped out of his throat. Lips parted as a Yelp of surprise slipped from his vocal cords, it wasn’t nearly as high pitched as a female cats but more like a young adolescent Tom whose voice hadn’t dropped. Ears pulled back in fright as he suddenly reared back away from the bank, eyes wide as his green gaze found the smirking form of Stagpelt.
He needed a moment to compose himself and actually drink in what had happened, his chest was rising and falling swiftly to catch his breath as he looked up at Stagpelt. Suddenly his face flushed with embarrassment from the sound that escaped him, his tail moving in the water to cower slightly in between his legs. “Are you trying to kill me?” He finally gasped out in a soft voice, his green eyes unamused as he looked around to make sure that they were the only ones around, his pelt hot and his face on fire. “I was just admiring the scent of the trees this year…” Goosefur tried to save himself from any further embarrassment but his face and heart refused to calm down as he gazed up at the incredibly handsome tomcat. Perhaps it was because he had never truly had a friend or a relationship for that matter but his reactions to Stagpelt were unnerving. “I’m just gonna…” He mumbled softly before he held his breath and lowered his head in order lower his face into the water in hopes that he would actually cool down.September 21, 2020 at 4:24 pm #8123SoliloquySilverParticipant
Stagpelt cracked a smile, barely restraining a chuckle at the RiverClanner’s reaction to his appearance. “I get that a lot,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. It was a common belief that Stagpelt held ShadowClan blood, there was no other explanation for how he was able to move so silently and just appear from nowhere. He couldn’t confirm or deny that theory. He was about to respond to Goosefur’s comment about the trees, when the grey tom suddenly slipped under the water. He knew that was natural for RiverClanners, but it unnerved him anyway. Water was for fish to inhabit, not cats.
“Don’t do that,” He grumbled, hesitating for a moment before placing his front paws in the stream, bending down, and lightly grasping the grey warrior’s scruff in his jaws. Goosefur was a big tom, but Stagpelt was bigger. He pulled up gently, effortlessly pulling the RiverClanner’s head out from under the water. “We can’t have a conversation if you’re under there, now can we?” He asked around Goosefur’s scruff, letting the warrior go before backing off and removing his paws from the cold water. He didn’t know how the fish-eaters could stand to put their whole bodies in the stuff all the time. He observed the other tom for a moment before laying down on the bank and beginning to groom his paws, licking the fur the wrong way to dry them off. He was now eye level with Goosefur, making it obvious that he intended to stick around for a while. He wasn’t sure why, but something about this RiverClanner was… interesting to him. He got this odd feeling whenever Goosefur was around. It was strange, but not unpleasant, he just didn’t know what it could possibly be. He had never felt it before. “So… how are things in RiverClan?” He asked finally, tilting his head.September 21, 2020 at 7:27 pm #8134
Goosefur ~ RiverClan Warrior
After a few seconds the tomcat was about to lift his head from being under water, the cool touch of the liquid having calmed the deep red blush along his face and flank. However as he began to lift his head he felt a certain pressure on the back of his neck, particularly his scruff as he was suddenly lifted upright, his head breaking the surface of the water as he blinked. He was momentarily paralyzed from where Stagpelt was pinching down on his nerve, but he couldn’t help the race of his heart beat and the heavy blush that heated up his entire body as his head moved slightly just to look at Stagpelt. He froze. Stagpelt was a very large tomcat indeed, but he never imagined that he was strong enough to pick him up merely by just his scruff with such a little effort was a thrill in itself. Stagpelt’s deep voice was muffled slightly around the fur of Goosefur’s scruff, but Goosefur found he couldn’t really concentrate as his ears laid back against his cranium while water dripped effortlessly from his chin. “I suppose not. But it is a quick way to clear my head.” Goosefur admitted, the pressure of Stagpelt’s teeth forever engraved in his memory as he blinked once he was finally released from the hold, his forepaws landing once more upon the pebbles.
He was flustered to say the least, being in Stagpelt’s presence was overwhelming in itself but to actually hold a conversation, he was finding it hard to concentrate as Stagpelt stepped backwards to where he was now laying down and licking at his paws. It wasn’t common for cats to like water, but he was born with a grace for it. Not being able to swim or just lay about in the stream was torturous for Goosefur, so he wasn’t surprised by the disgust that others felt. As Stagpelt questioned how things were going in RiverClan, he hesitated for a moment before he slowly walked forward to where he was a little off to Stagpelt’s left, placing his wet chin upon the bank, but not near the other male, in order to keep from getting him wet. “Not bad I suppose. The fish have been a bit scarce the past moon but I suppose that’s expected this time of year, the stream is quite low.” He admitted, his green eyes thoughtful as he decided to leave out the silent tension that he had noticed between Wisteriastar and Darktorrent. “How are things in ThunderClan?” He returned the question, ears lifting off of his head as he gazed at Stagpelt curiously, fidgeting slightly where he stood before he finally sat down on his rump in the water, lifting his chin off of the ground. His heart beat still unsteady.
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