Thicket
Coldstar and Kestrelswipe
Coldstar informs Kestrelswipe of some important information concerning his kin.
Along the river's edge, where Riverclan and Thunderclan's territories run parallel.
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I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me.
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It was, perhaps, foolish for a clan leader to spend his entire day fishing alone. He has many responsibilities, and there was a loose murderer roaming about.
But Coldstar had gone anyways - instructing Cinderwisp that he would be gone for the day, and to keep warriors busy with tasks in the fields and by Silvergorge. He'd ignored her strange looks when he set out. And in his defence, he's caught quite a few larger fish in his time by the river's edge.
He was waiting almost long enough for his fur to dry out from the swim across the shallow part of the river, even in the overcast weather. But he had something - or rather - someone in mind as he sat there. Hunched over the muttering water.
Thunderclan wasn't one for idle paws either way. Someone would come along eventually. And Riverclan was known for their patience.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonwhisker: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Warrior
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Warrior
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior
Tree
Kestrelswipe delighted in the slight breeze as he padded quietly along. A failed chase after a sparrow had led him away from his cache of previously caught prey, and he supposed now was as good as any of a time to haul it all back to camp.
His pelt prickled as he approached the stream that marked the Riverclan border, though he tried to keep his pace casual. The recent quarrels with Riverclan were nothing compared to the ones with the rogue. Finding that balance between staying peaceful and keeping his wits about him was proving more difficult than usual. Perhaps it was just the recent unease.
He bent his nose to the ground, sniffing out his cache by the stream, and trying to ignore the heavy scent of Riverclan nearby.
Thicket
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I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me.
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Ah. His patience had been rewarded.
Coldstar tensed his muscles, batting a fish that had strayed too close to the surface; his claws catching the scaled hide of the watery denizen and flinging it to shore. It thrashed helplessly as he finished it off - before glancing up to acknowledge the Thunderclan cat that he had scented wandering his way.
"Kestrelswipe." He acknowledged the Thunderclan deputy without a dip of the head. More of a declaration than an acknowledgement. "Spending time near the borders? Alone? Surely the Rouge should be of greater concern than privacy."
His tone was even, but his tail flicked quietly behind him - betraying his agitation.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonwhisker: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Warrior
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Warrior
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior
Tree
The end of Kestrelswipe's tail poofed a little at the sudden splashing, though he lowered it as he realized who it was. He wanted to roll his eyes and carry on his business, or better, to scoff and spit some insult he didn't even know he knew. But this was the Riverclan leader, and he, the Thunderclan deputy. They needed some sort of decorum.
"Coldstar," he greeted, keeping his tone even and subtly trying to hide his ruffled fur. "I could ask the same of yourself--I don't often see Moosestar going off to our borders on his own." He pawed at the ground where he'd dug his prey cache. "But it seems like we're doing the same thing. Hunting."