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Roleplays featuring animals or non-human fantasy creatures which are based on a book/movie/tv show (e.g. Warrior Cats, My Little Pony, Pokemon)

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Postby eleutheromania » Wed Jun 02, 2021 5:30 am

๏ฝ‚๏ฝ•๏ฝš๏ฝš๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝ„ ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ…๏ฝ…
ใ€ WARRIOR โ™ข tom โ™ข twenty-nine moons โ™ข no crush โ™ข tags and mentions: none ใ€‘
    'run!' the words came from none other than swallowstrike as buzzardbee lay crouched, frozen in place as the predatory gazed down upon him with bared teeth. the black tom was pulled from his trance as his brother leaped towards the animal's face, causing his fear to turn to horror as swallowstrike was flung around like he was nothing. scrambling to his paws, he took off, hearing the ear-cringing crunch of bone. buzzard dared a look back to see swallowstrike manage to pull himself into a small crevice of rocks that buzzard himself had failed to see earlier. the predator turned its attention back to him, giving chase as if this was merely a game. buzzardbee finally managed to hide in a small enough space for the canine to loss interest.

    slinking back, he found his brother where he had last seen him. at first, he was relieved until the other tom tried to move. swallowstrike had no control over his rear end as the duo slowly made their way back towards the camp...


    the tom awoke with a sharp intake of breath. chest heaving, he scrambled to a sitting position and watched as his mother stretched not far from him. shivering, it was then he realized what had woken him from reliving his nightmares again. the soft pitter-patter of rain reached his ears and allowed to him relax just a little. the rain had come, which meant new warriors and a new day. the tom pushed himself up to his paws and moved towards where it seemed the majority of cats were gathered, though he stayed to the outskirts, nervous of getting in the way of anyone.
๏ผฉ ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ” ๏ฝ—๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝ„ ๏ฝ™๏ฝ๏ฝ• ๏ฝ”๏ฝ ๏ฝ‹๏ฝŽ๏ฝ๏ฝ—
๏ผด๏ฝˆ๏ฝ๏ฝ” ๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ๏ฝ… ๏ฝ”๏ฝ’๏ฝ™๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
๏ฝƒ๏ฝ๏ฝƒ๏ฝ”๏ฝ•๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ฝ’๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ”
ใ€ WARRIOR โ™ข she-cat โ™ข fifty-three moons โ™ข no crush โ™ข tags and mentions: buckthorn ใ€‘

    not generally a still sleeper, cactusthroat was known to be a little restless and a mover when she slept. usually, she was far from everyone else to prevent herself from rolling into someone but today seemed to be an exception to that rule. the warrior stretched her back legs only for something to tickle her toes in the process. this resulted in a reflexive kick from her hind foot that hit something that definitely wasn't air. a tired groan escaped her as the sound of rain reached her ears, the scent soon overwhelming her senses.

    pale yellow eyes searched her surroundings, picking up conversation here and there before her gaze rested on the culprit that had caused her to wake. it seemed buckthorn's whiskers had unintentionally earned him a kick. though it seemed like the time for an apology for a rude awakening, cactusthroat was definitely not known for the simple 'i'm sorry'. with a slight snicker, she rolled onto her side, no longer belly up in the spot she decided to sleep in that night.

    it was then she was drawn back to the sound of the rain. it seemed that the long wait was over for the clan and that the vigil was over for the apprentices, whom she should now be calling warriors. a shiver went through the she-cat as she then focused on stretching her stiff limbs, not a sound leaving her as her pale gaze searched her surroundings.
๏ผณ๏ฝ ๏ผฉ ๏ฝ‡๏ฝ๏ฝ” ๏ฝ—๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝ„
๏ฝŒ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ‹๏ฝ… ๏ฝ๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ ๏ฝ๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝŽ๏ฝ”๏ฝ‰๏ฝ๏ฝŒ
๏ผก๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„ ๏ฝ๏ฝ™ ๏ฝ—๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝ„๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ“๏ฝˆ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ” ๏ฝ”๏ฝ
๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‰๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ ๏ฝ—๏ฝˆ๏ฝ…๏ฝŽ ๏ผฉ๏ผ‡๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ„
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Postby skywalker, » Wed Jun 02, 2021 6:40 am

      โ˜…๏ผˆ ๏ผญ๏ผต๏ผญ๏ผข๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผ ๏ผ‰
      โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
      [ male ] [ seventeen moons ] [ bicurious ] [ no crush ] [ river guard ] [ tagged with the river guards ]

      โ‡จ Mumblepaw felt heat flare up and cover his face and chest under his fur as his fellow river guards agreed with him. He released a shy little smile onto his face and shuffled his paws in the mud slightly, feeling proud of himself for speaking up for once. He acknowledged what Tigerpaw said, and did feel like maybe they should tell Springfrost or Evernight, just to have a more experienced Starclan walker help guide their unsure pawsteps, but when Copperpaw spoke up again, he felt that thought dissipate slightly. Copperpaw also had a good point, and he nodded in agreement to her words.

      He withheld a little snort of amusement at Copperpaws retort, his whiskers twitching slightly as himself and his fellow river guards seemed to slip back into banter. He began to wonder; what would all their new 'powers' manifest themselves as? Halcyonstar did explain it briefly to each of them, their powers, but when would they take effect? How much would each of them change? Mumblepaw seemed to be on autopilot as he got to his paws and began following his companions back down the river perch to the camp. However, before long he lost his footing and slipped slightly on the mud. A small yelp released from his jaws in surprise, and he managed to regain his grip quickly, claws digging into the ground for support.

      His released a huge breath as he glanced nervously towards the river, his tail sticking up on end, "S-Sorry guys! I'm okay." He breathed out, shaking his head and wanting to get a move on again quickly, feeling his fur spike in embarrassment. As the others began to move again, Mumblepaw shook his head of the thoughts of plunging into the dark, rapid water and possibly being swept up to Starclan with it. His mind was suddenly brought to his father; Mumblepaw didn't know him very well, as he spent much time outside of camp, but he had heard the story of the river grabbing Xericdune and almost dragging him to his doom. Mumblepaw shuddered at the thought of that happening to him as well, and decided he would leave out the little detail of him almost falling into the rapids in his story of his guard to his parents.

      When he emerged from his mind, he noticed he was walking near Emberpaw, and realized the skittish tom seemed even deeper in thought than he had been. Mumblepaw tilted his head, and offered a small smile, "Hey, Emberpaw, what do you think of all this... power stuff?" He asked, genuinely interested in what the quiet river guard had to say about the matter.

      โ€๏ผˆ ๏ผณ๏ผฐ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผฆ๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผ ๏ผ‰
      โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
      [ female ] [ forty-one moons ] [ bisexual ] [ no crush ] [ medicine cat ] [ tagged with Dunedrop, Acaciaridge and Foxleap ]

      โ‡จ It had been quiet for a little while before she heard the elders begin to stir. It didn't take long after that before she heard Dunedrop bounding up to the exit of the den like a kit, and Springfrost couldn't contain the smile that split her muzzle, "Oh I agree, those young cats have done such a good job with their post by the river. The return of the water is always such a lovely time of year as well." She purred, her sightless eyes seeming to have a twinkle in them as she thought of the river, the brave young cats and all the herbs the rain would bring. Her and Evernight would have to go and gather some in a few days. She turned her attention back towards Dunedrop, "I hope you slept well, it's always lovely to hear your enthusiasm." Springfrost chuckled.

      Springfrost's head turned towards the sound of another voice, and she recognized it immediately as Foxleap's. She smiled widely as her friend approached, her whiskers twitching slightly, "And good morning to you too, you Casanova." She teased, "I'm doing well, I hope the rain has been treating you kindly since you stepped outside" she meowed, her tail tip twitching back and forth as the rain continued to patter on the ground around them. She laughed as Foxleap mentioned Dunedrop herding the kits outside, and she nodded her head in agreement, "I'm sure Miragekit is just itching to get outside." She said thoughtfully. She always enjoyed hearing the joyful mewls and squeals of the kits as they experienced their first rainfall, but with this thought came the worry of having to treat a sickly kit because they had been out in the cool rains too long. She shook her head of the doubtful thought, deciding to just focus on the positive for now.

      Springfrost greeted Acaciaridge with a nod as ey emerged from the elders den after Dunedrop, but before she could say anything to em she felt Foxleap's tail gently brush her side, signifying where he was. She beamed at him, thankful for his gentle acknowledgement. She always appreciated his little touches, whether it be to comfort her or just let her know he's nearby. His friendship was always something she treasured, ever since they first became friends after his long stay at the medicine den. She gently tapped him on the shoulder with her own tail and listened to the banter of the two elders, feeling very content as the clan began to emerge and start their day.
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Postby wildsight » Wed Jun 02, 2021 8:59 am

    โ–ˆโ–ˆ [ โ™• ] ๐Ž๐๐˜๐—๐๐€๐– โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ !!
    age. 15 ms gender. female rank. river guard loc. river perch tags. river guards
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
      And before she knew it, the cat had disappeared. One would think at such a thought, they were merely hallucinating. Perhaps sheโ€™d gone without water for too long, maybe it had been all the heat from earlier that day? Maybe sheโ€™d just been so tired, her eyes were playing tricks on her. It wouldโ€™ve been likely, considering the fact her eyes had grown tired, her mind was basically nothing more than a puddle of murky water. But alas, this couldnโ€™t be so, especially as she glanced about at her companions, their own faces were enough to confirm that what had just happened wasnโ€™t some trick of the mind. It had been real.

      Now, the water became even murkier. She glanced warily at the others, who currently seemed stunned into silence, including the feisty Copperpaw. She was unsure of what to think of the situation, though kept her gaze on anything but the water below, as if another starry feline might appear from it. Was this normal? Probably not, she was sure someone wouldโ€™ve told them such if it was. But then...why? Why had one of their ancestors - Halcyonstar - appeared before them? And her words...what had she meant by her words?

      The questions were far too much for the bengal in her current state of mind, though she merely appeared distracted at the very least. The sudden cry of Copperpaw announcing the riverโ€™s arrival snapped her out of the trance, gaze flickering over the other felines before letting out a breath. It seemed that after this, everyone returned to reality, voices beginning to return to them. It was during this that the bengal just noticed that it was currently raining, such had faded into the background after the arrival of Halcyonstar. And then, Tigerpaw spoke, questioning whether they should tell the clan of their visitor or not. Why should we? Why should they not? The clan probably wouldnโ€™t believe us anyway. Such was probably true, but before she could get her words out Mumblepaw spoke. Yes, Mumblepaw spoke. It was a tad odd concerning his character, but it was him regardless, though he rejected the idea. Tigerpaw then suggested theyโ€™d at least seek out Springfrost. Once more, the idea was turned down, this time by Copperpaw. They both seemed set on keeping this to themselves.

      She couldnโ€™t blame them. But she also couldnโ€™t help but feel a tad lost with this whole Starclan situation. Though the others soon seemed content enough with it - except for Emberpaw - the felines had already started to head back towards camp. Letting out a breath, the molly let her shoulders slacken, swiftly padding after them, her whiskers quivering as drops of rain fell upon them. Remaining quiet, she instead decided to listen to the conversations around her, for further knowledge on how her companions felt about their current circumstances.
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Postby Laetificat » Wed Jun 02, 2021 1:26 pm

Dunedrop - Tags: Acaciaridge, Springfrost, Foxleap
She grinned, sat, and waved her tail around. โ€œI slept well, but Iโ€™m itching to be outside of camp exploring. Maybe Xericdune will accompany me when I head out next,โ€ Dunedrop pondered, pressing a paw to her cheek in thought. As she spoke, Foxleap entered the den to greet them.

โ€œOh donโ€™t think I wouldnโ€™t if it werenโ€™t for Scorpionbite in there. Sheโ€™d claw my ears straight to the Dark Forest if I tried messing with Miragekit. Though... maybe if sheโ€™s sleeping I can sneak her out...โ€ Dunedrop continued pondering, before abruptly jumping to her paws. โ€œBut nevermind that, imagine if Cactusthroat were still in the nursery! I remember little Buzzardbee nestled at her side and I was so sure that sheโ€™d turn me into fresh-kill!โ€ She turned to Acaciaridge and rubbed her cheek against em, purring all the while at the memory and the scent of her mate.
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Postby Animals65 » Thu Jun 03, 2021 4:42 am

Creamflower wakes up after hearing yowling coming from the camp entrance, yawning. Getting up from her nest, she stretches and walks out of the warriors' den and into the clearing to see what the commotion was about. Upon seeing the river guards, she smiles, feeling proud of the six young cats for doing their job correctly.
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Postby Queen of flames » Fri Jun 04, 2021 7:39 am

Herbpaw
female apprentice - mentored by ?? - crushing on open - talking with open
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Sleeping in apprentices den, unaware about the return of the river.

Charmercloud
female warrior - mentoring open - crushing on open - talking with Creamflower
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She walked out of the warrior's den, as she was being slept, but the noises outside made her wonder what was going on. Everyone seemed somehow nervous or excited, she didn't know why though "Hey Creamflower, what's going on here?" she asked the other warrior which was not far from the warrior's den.

Maplevision
female queen - mother to Pupkit - crushing on open - talking with open
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Sleeping at the nursery

Pupkit
male kit - mother is Maplevision - crushing on open - talking with open
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Sleeping at the nursery

Beast
male loner - crush&mate was Nova - talking with open
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He was being walked around like a lost kitten, not really knowing where he was going, or it's not like it's very mattered anyway. It was being some moons after the loss of his whole family, still, it haunted him, it made him almost impossible to sleep with all the nightmares he had. Thought maybe now could be different at somehow he sleep much better when it was raining, maybe the sound made him sleepy and the wet fur made him cold that the nightmares didn't come into his dreams.
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Postby Animals65 » Mon Jun 07, 2021 8:07 am

Creamflower hears a voice nearby and turns her head to see it was Charmercloud, one of the warriors. "The river guards have returned." she explained. "It sure is raining so it might be flooded right now."
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Postby ColonelHamster » Tue Jun 08, 2021 3:50 pm

๏ผฆ๏ผฏ๏ผธ๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฐ
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
โ™š gender: male โ™š age: 44 moons โ™š clan: zenithclan
โ™š rank: warrior โ™š location: camp โ™š tags: Dunedrop, Springfrost, Acaciaridge
โ•šโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•

      Though itโ€™d be unseen, Foxleap couldnโ€™t help but smirk at Spingfrost as she called him out. โ€œYou couldnโ€™t possibly mean me?โ€ He asked in mock surprise, his whiskers twitching as the raindrops continued to fall. Now with his pelt wet, the tom was beginning to feel fully awake. He was sure he was quite the sight as full. His fur was usually fairly soft, and quite poofy that made him look wider when dry.

      Foxleapโ€™s attention shifted to Acaciaridge as the elder spoke. The young tom dipped his head towards Acaciaridge, shooting the older cat a grin. โ€œNoting to you as well Acaciaridge. The river Is most certainly is a welcoming sight.โ€ The tomโ€™s green eyes looked over to the older of the two mollies, his grin widening as she spoke. He could just imagine Dunedrop sneaking Miragekit out for some fun during this rainy season, with a angry Scorpionbite following behind. Despite being two moons older than Scorpionbite, Foxleap had to admit he had always felt a little intimidated by the white pelted queen while they were apprentices. Heโ€™d grown to respect her over time, begging Starclan heโ€™d never end up on her bad side. The tom let out a chuckle as the image faded from his mind. โ€œI remember the first time I saw the rain, and the river as kit. You accidentally sent me sliding in the mud when I got underfoot. I thought it was so fun, I kept asking you to do it again. I swear my mother was still getting mud out of my pelt for over the next moon.โ€ Foxleap was looking at Dunedrop as he spoke fondly of the old memory.

      Foxleap glanced back at Springfrost as the mates greeted each other, now noticing the beaming smile she gave in his direction. His mouth opened to give a quick remark, but the words never came. He shut his mouth feeling her tail on his shoulder. Content, Foxleap purred, leaning into Springfrost briefly. He began to Knead the ground, for now anyway, enjoying the mud under his paws.

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Postby rookfern » Tue Jun 15, 2021 8:17 am

โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐™ต๐™ด๐™ด๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ: tense; irateโ”€โ”€โ”€๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ: river perch -> camp
โ”€โ”€โ”€๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐š‚: river guards; open
    โš• ๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐™ฟ๐™ฐ๐š†, she-cat; 14 moons; zenithclan river guard
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€"as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn"


      Copperpaw's heart leapt into her throat as Mumblepaw slipped, and she almost lurched forward before she realized that he had regained his footing. She muttered something about the pale tom being a mousebrain and twitched her tail. Once she was sure the others were firmly back onto solid ground -- out of reach of the torrent of the river -- she turned her paws in the muddy sand and started back towards the camp. The descent was almost as treacherous as the leap off of the river perch, but the lip of the canyon going down held a wide enough path that Copperpaw could easily stay away from the crumbling edge. She lead the way back down, a few tail-lengths from her companions, but even over the pounding of the rain, she could hear their voices as if they were standing right next to her.

      She pinned her ears to her skull, feeling rather uncomfortable, sodden, and hollow all of the sudden. The novelty of Halyconstar's visit was worn off, and the anxiety that she and her fellow river guards voiced about their incredulous newfound abilities bounced around her head like an echo chamber. Copperpaw pulled back her lip in irritation and shook her head to dispel both the thoughts and the water dripping down her ears that buzzed like annoying flies.

      A last delicate step over a half-swept-away scrub bush had her paws touching blessedly-dry land. Copperpaw shook out her pelt as soon as she was under the protective overhang of the canyon's sandstone walls. The dampness in her fur would be a bother to clean out, and she wanted more than anything to curl up in her nice warm nest. She let her weary paws carry her to the camp; she wasn't surprised to see a few of her clanmates awake despite the late hour. The arrival of the river always dragged them out of their nests no matter the time of day. She dipped her head to Wanderstar as she neared them, and they returned it with a gentle expression. No matter how soft their eyes were, under the burning gaze, Copperpaw became aware of how sodden and bedraggled she and her companions probably looked -- soaked to the bone and smeared with silt and mud from their descent from their perch.

โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐™ต๐™ด๐™ด๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ: sleepy; calmโ”€โ”€โ”€๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ: leader's den; camp
โ”€โ”€โ”€๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐š‚: pinyonplight; river guards
    โ˜พ ๐š†๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ณ๐™ด๐š๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐š, they/them; 53 moons; zenithclan leader
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€"make these messes matter, make this chaos count"


      "They will," Wanderstar agreed with Pinyonplight. They glanced at the deputy, noting the worry simmering beneath the tom's skin. With an amicable tone, they carried on chatting softly, eyes pinned to the gushing river. "I've realized I never got to check in much about Mumblepaw's training, with clan duties and all." The words flowed easily as Wanderstar spoke. "From the little I have seen, though, it looks like he will be an excellent warrior. And you were a good mentor, old friend." They shot Pinyonplight a light smile and opened their mouth to continue, but movement caught their eye. It was a sodden river guard emerging from the rain. Copperpaw, Firespent's apprentice.

      Wanderstar returned the nod Copperpaw gave them. They waited until the rest of the river guards stood safely within the walls of the camp once more before speaking to them. "Congratulations, river guards," they said in a rich timbre, one that carried to be heard over the river's roaring but still soft enough to not wake those who still slumbered on. "I know you are eager to receive your warrior name, but there will be time for that later. For now, get dry. Rest. Go see Springfrost and Evernight for herbs if you need it. We will hold the ceremony at sunhigh." Words said, they dipped their head once more to dismiss the young cats.

โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐™ต๐™ด๐™ด๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ: contentโ”€โ”€โ”€๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ: camp
โ”€โ”€โ”€๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐š‚: cactusthroat (men.); open
    ๐Ÿถ ๐™ฑ๐š„๐™ฒ๐™บ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™พ๐š๐™ฝ, tom; 39 moons; zenithclan warrior
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
    โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€"you can sing for me but don't you sing the blues"


      Buckthorn awoke, rather rudely with a kick to the face, with an inhaled snort. He coughed to dispel the scrap of fuzz stuck in his throat and sent a glare at the offender -- Cactusthroat. The she-cat had already moved on from him, not without a soft snickering, and Buckthorn scowled after her. He shook his head, his ears feeling like they were ringing, and hauled himself out of his nest. Now that he was awake, he could hear the rushing of the river and the rain peppering the ground. So he hadn't overslept, the rain had just come early.

      Yawning, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and slipped from the warriors' den. It was closest to the river, so it took only a few steps for him to reach the rushing waters. A fine mist buffeted his face as he sat there, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling. The peace was broken by the lilting sound of Wanderstar's voice, and Buckthorn turned to watch their leader address the returning river guards.
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Postby Laetificat » Wed Jun 16, 2021 11:28 am

Pinyonplight - Tags: Wanderstar, River Guards
โ€œHe will be,โ€ Pinyonplight said, his worry breaking for a moment as he puffed out his chest proudly. โ€œIf he gets over his anxiety, he may even be one of the best.โ€ Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. He watched as the river guards all returned, his shoulders a bit lighter at the knowledge that they had all returned safely, though they all looked a bit off. Had something happened? Perhaps it was just the weight of the situation falling on them. โ€œThey were all good apprentices. Iโ€™m going to miss having Mumblepaw as my paw, though itโ€™ll be good to see him leading patrols not long from now. And we can always use more warriors,โ€ he added as an afterthought. โ€œPupkit and Miragekit may be young, but theyโ€™re also looking to be promising apprentices when their time comes. Oh, maybe I should assign the kits a guard... Who knows if a hawk may swoop down on them, or a snake is drawn out in search of water?โ€
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