Archive for RiverClan

Dawntail nodded bounding away from the odd kits. " let's go already Ripplefrost! " she flicked his ear teasingly and bounded towards the river.~Dawntail

Hickorykit, who didn't know where he was kept digging. Still thinking he was in the medicine den, the smells of milk made him collapse. "Milk..." He whispered in longing of the sweet, thick, white liquid from his mother's belly.~Hickorykit

"Alright." He mewed, following after Dawntail. He watched Otterstar, flicking his tail tentatively. The thought of a battle slowly spiked into his mind. Did we really need territory? Especially when our Clan is so small? He sighed, his ears pricking forward as he heard the constant lapping of the river's current.

Silentsong gave a curt nod at Otterstar's order, twitching her whiskers. She quickly rushed the the Nursery, her eyes scanning the kits. "Silentsong!" Mewled Quailkit, bowling over to the familiar she-cat. "Quailkit, are you okay? Are you hungry?" She asked, nudging the tiny kit. "Oh, yes, I'm starving. I want my mother's milk." Quailkit whined, her eyes widening. "Don't worry, you'll eat soon." Silentsong comforted, but inside she knew that there was no queens in camp that could provide milk. 22:50, November 14, 2015 (UTC)

((White, can you do Gingerkits ceremony? And also, Gingerpaw is a re carnation of a past med cat that died saving a kit. Who wants to be that kit that was saved, and now is a warrior or whatever?)) Gingerkit twitched her whiskers as she saw cats moving in different directions, making her head grow dizzy. She studied her paws as thoughts bubbled up about her ceremony and she felt a cold tingle rising up her back. Rising to her paws, she glanced at Silentsong and smiled as the new comers arrived in the camp. Excitement buzzed around her as she pictured herself playing with the new kits but it was soon replaced with the images of ceremonies. Her vision blurred as she made out a thin shape of a cat, and a few seconds later, it changed rapidly from picture to picture. Finally she watched, horrified as a cat, the same color as herself, disappeared into the lake. On the other side, she saw a tiny kit shivering and more cats joining to lick the kit. Gingerkit blinked, her head feeling fuzzy and her eyes stared blankly ahead. Cautiously, she shook her head and paused at the sight of the kit in her daydream.'s all fake. StarClan, how do I know an apprentice ceremony, when I'm not even an apprentice myself? Duskfeather77 23:27, November 14, 2015 (UTC)

((Perhaps I could, if no one else wants to, though I've already roleplayed Firestripe as a kit, so it'd be difficult to fit in there)) Firestripe nodded wordlessly, glad to finally have something to do. He approached Otterstar, ready to patrol. ~Firestripe

Mosspaw kneaded at the ground anxiously, her eyes slightly widened. ~Mosspaw

((That'd be great Eagle. Thank you.)) Duskfeather77 23:49, November 14, 2015 (UTC)

(Okay Dusk I will don't worry.) Otterstar waited a few moments to be sure that everyone was well on their way, then gave a slight nod to Firestripe before heading out. He started at the edge of Riverclan's territory, heading straight into the extinct Leafclan land. "We will need to first see if Thunderclan has started taking this land already. Obviously we cannot be cruel to them and try to take it all. I fear that would only cause trouble, but we cannot allow them too much either." He paused as they reached the abandoned camp. He gazed around a few moments before an idea struck him. He raced over to the medicine cat's den, and began piling up stacks of slightly shrivled leaves and herbs. "Help me out here. We will take as much as we can carry, continue on to see where Thunderclan might have left there scents, then come back and bring these back to camp. Then we can move on to the Shadowclan border."~Otterstar

"These are still good?" Firestripe asked, beginning to scrape up some more leaves and herbs into a pile. He gave a quick glance around and wrinkled his nose. This place is too dusty for my liking. The silver tabby said nothing about it out loud, though. "How long has it been since LeafClan left, exactly?" ~Firestripe

((So confused what's happening right now.)) Dawntail glanced worriedly at Ripplefrost. "Is something bothering you?" She whispered, slowing her pace and learning against her friend. "Something seems to be bothering you." ~Dawntail

Hickorykit nodded in agreement with Quailkit, too tired to keep yowling. "Can we have milk please?" He whined as he got up from his position on the ground.~Hickorykit

Otterstar froze a moment. He hadn't even thought if they were still good or not. Leafclan had been gone for only a short time, but he had no idea how long herbs lasted. "Er, I just figured we could tae these back anyway. Silentsong would know if they are still good." Otterstar finished with his pile, making sure thate he could carry it all, then sat and waited for Firestripe. They had gotten most of it, unless there were some secret stores.-Otterstar

"If you have no milk, why'd you take us in, then?" Quailkit pouted, glancing at her sister with sadness locked in her eyes.

Ripplefrost paused, only to clench his teeth and stare at Dawntail. "Uh... No, no, I'm fine." He smiled franky, his ears twitching back. His gaze being distracted by a gleam in the river, he instantly crouched and slowly made his way towards the tip of the shore. Ripplefrost's focus was caught on the fish, the current gently lapping. As soon as silver flashed beneath the surface, he prepared to slash his paw through the water. Suddenly, the gruesome scent of blood overfilled his nose, cats yowling in his ears. Ripplefrost gasped, stumbling backwards. Shaking his head frantically, the vision disappeared, and everything was back to normal. 22:11, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow was nearby, watching cats appearing from dens. He had been watching Gingerkit closely, watching her eyes wide in awe or fear and then suddenly snap back to reality. Something was up with the kit, and Duskshadow knew it. Gingerkit seemed so familiar, and yet, she didn't even know him. It was a distant memory, and nothing would make him rethink of those. Thinking this was the right thing to do, he headed towards the medicine den and nodded at Silentsong. "May I talk with you?" Duskfeather77 22:30, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong sighed, watching the kits pad away. She was slightly alerted when she heard Duskshadow. "Oh, of course, yes." The Medicine Cat meowed, her ears pricked forward. 23:13, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow nodded grimly at Gingerkit. "Did you see that?" He twitched his whiskers, his ears slightly angled so he wouldn't miss a word. "Gingerkit, she's seeing visions. I think of her past," he meowed quickly, giving Silentsong a warming glance. (Hmm, should he have a crush on her?) Duskfeather77 23:25, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

((Yus yus omg)) Silentsong quivered her long whiskers. "Gingerkit?" Her eyes flooded with thought. StarClan finally decided to help us. "Sadly I've been too busy with the new arrivals to notice her." She paused, looking at the kit. "Bring her here, I want to talk to her." Silentsong smiled under the tom's intimidating gaze, her inside slowly feeling warm. 23:46, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

((On the chat c:)) Duskshadow felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw memories of cats dying all around him, blood splattering and cats yowling in rage. In shock, Duskshadow stumbled forward, his ears pinned as he thought of his family. "Y-yes Silentsong." He trotted forward, swallowing back pain. "Gingerkit, please come here," he meowed gently.----Gingerkit stepped forward, the suns gaze reflecting in her clear eyes as she gulped. "Yes, Duskshadow?" Duskfeather77 23:53, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong sat down, a strange upset feeling slowly weighing down in her stomach as she watched Duskshadow walk away. Could it be? Silentsong thought, she was no longer paying attention to what was happening around her. No, stop it... She lifted her chin, shuffling her paws as she waited for the kit. 00:22, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow took a deep breath and nudged the kit forward, giving her a small grin. He had never felt this way before with another she-cat. "Uhm. I'll be right back," he murmured, bounding off to the fresh kill pile and returning with a mouse and a trout. He nudged the trout towards Silentsong, hiding the blush from his face as he settled beside her, eating quietly. ---- Gingerkit gazed up at the two and gave them a smile. "Before you tell me I shouldn't have been sneaking around in the apprentice den, I think you guys are cute together!" A giggle escaped her lips and she blinked up at them. Duskfeather77 00:28, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong greeted Gingerkit, but then automatically freezing at her remark. Her skin felt hot and she could feel her cheeks blushing. Blinking away the thought, she flicked her tail. "Oh, no no. We're not together. I'm a Medicine Cat, I don't have mates." She quickly explained, she felt her heart beating. Silentsong swallowed, flicker her ear. "So, about these dreams, you have them constantly, right?" Silentsong meowed, her ears pricked with interest. 00:34, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow had to turn away to keep from blushing and he pinned his ears back. "Yes, I'm interested in hearing this." At the point where Silentsong said she couldn't have mates, he swallowed back his saddness and acted a bit oddly as he listened. --- Gingerkit sighed, wrapping her tail around her paws. "Yes," she admitted, staring at the ground. "Sometimes it shows me images I don't want to see. And ceremonies I've never really had.." she murmured, not daring to blink. Duskfeather77 00:38, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong's heart slowly sunk when Duskshadow came back. Hopefully he didn't hear that... Shaking her whiskers, she nodded. "What kind of images? Do you see any cats that you recognize in them?" 00:46, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Gingerkit thought for a moment, and gazed up at the she-cat. "I-I recognize these clan cats. Then there was this cat and she was drowning through the water and I saw ceremonies I didn't have, and I know lots of herbs and, and.." she was talking so fast she wheezed. " I Gingerkit?" ---- Duskshadow flicked an ear at the kits desperation. He wrapped his tail around Gingerkit and nodded, "Of course! Your Gingerkit, kit of RiverClan." He had uncertainty in his eyes as he stared at Silentsong. A vision of darkness burst into his mind, trying to dig into his mind and pull him to corruption. Give in...Dracen..Come. Be my heir to the throne.. Duskshadow stood up and closed his eyes firmly. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! He hissed and clawed at the ground. He felt a sudden pain and was on his side panting in a matter of seconds. Duskfeather77 02:14, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong blinked, pondering what the kit said. Why would StarClan give her these visions...? Suddenly, it all came together. Her eyes brightening, she smiled, resting her tail-tip on Gingerkit's shoulder. "StarClan wants you to become my apprentice." Silentsong mewed, her gaze shifting to Duskshadow. "Are you okay?" She stood up, walking over to him with fear in her eyes. "What happened?" 02:26, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow eyes narrowed and he murmured the dreadful word. "Scourge," he felt his gaze lock onto his unsheathed claws. "My father, he's trying to corrupt me.." Duskshadow shook his head, his heart racing over his visions. Should I tell her? Of course not. She wouldn't understand. His eyes became hard, lifeless eyes as he glanced at the sky. "P-Please, continue." He meowed quickly, a worried expression taking over. --- Gingerkit smiled at Silentsong. "Really? Wow. I've never delt with herbs before!" She squeaked, her eyes twinkling with happiness. Having no idea what happened to Duskshadow, she stared at the kits playing in the grass. Duskfeather77 02:32, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Firestripe exhaled at the leader's words. "We've wasted our time here if they are bad. You still want to take that chance," he commented, taking a few steps toward Otterstar and flicking his tail, waiting for them to continue. ~Firestripe

"C'mon, you're old enough to start eating prey, now," Mosspaw sighed, angling one ear towards Quailkit and tilting her head. ~Mosspaw

Otterstar sighed. "Well, its too late now." He commented, looking at the two large piles they had formed. Upon a second glance, most of them were brown and flaky, and some of them smelled like they were bad. But what did he know, after all, he had no clue what any of them even were anyway, so he didn't know if that was what they were supposed to look like. "Er, atleast some of them are green." He felt his fur get hot as he realized they might have just wasted a good deal of their time piling up dead herbs. "Whatever, we will leave them here for now. Lets get going. The sun is going down and we need to check the borders." He nodded, almost to reassure himself, then began to pad out of camp towards the Thunderclan border.-Otterstar

Firestripe flicked an ear at the potentially dead herbs, hiding his amusement. "Agreed," he replied, following the leader. The silver tabby was sure that any sort of herbs were not meant to be brown, but he hadn't mentioned it again. ~Firestripe

Otterstar trotted across the landscape, a soft, yet cold wind blew into his face, and he struggle to avoid stepping in muddy puddles as they traversed the old territory. He halted as the Thunderclan scent hit his nose. While he had never really met a Thunderclan cat, as the territory of Leafclan was always in the way, he remembered passing through the forest they currently live in when he was returning to Riverclan with his father. The scent smelled to him like a mixture of sap and soil, and end started with the forest. He studied the forest for a few moments before speaking. "Looks like they havn't made a move for the territory yet. We will place our scent here, and check on it tomorrow." He nodded before beginning to leave his scent around, walking all the way across until he reached where Nightclan began.-Otterstar

Quailkit growled, her ears folding against her head. "But our mother fed us milk. Not some stinky glob of meat!" She yowled, stomping her front paws on the ground. As her stomach curtly grumbled, she paused, her eyes fixed on the meat. Gulping, she took a slanted glance at her older sister, before lowering down to sniff it. She took a small bite, slowly chewing as she twitched her whiskers. "Oh, it's not that bad. Hickorykit, try it!" Quailkit chimed, nudging her younger littermate.

Silentsong frowned in confusion. This was all too much for her. Swallowing dryly, her eyes blinked. "Alright... But I'm worried here... Hallucinations can not be ignored, especially not in this matter." The white-furred she-cat chattered on, eventually stopping to notice Gingerkit's remark. "Oh, well, soon you will know. Come, we will start learning herbs. But we will have to tell Otterstar the news." 23:24, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow watched sadly as Silentsong padded away with Gingerkit, and he felt his saddness that he had kept so long, burst out again. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he decided to hunt towards the border. He looked back over his shoulder before disappearing into the brush. --- Gingerkit bounced to her feet and watched Duskshadow leave. "Y'know Silentsong, I bet that Duskshadow had some feelings for you--" she stopped abruptly and stared at the medicine den. "Wow!" Duskfeather77 01:04, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong felt anxiety choke her in the throat. "G-Gingerkit. I'm sure he doesn't..." She trailed off, snorting in false disbelief. "Let's focus more on these herbs, okay?" She sat down, glancing at the kit. "Now, what do you think these are used for?" The Medicine Cat quiered, nudging forward dock leaves. 01:15, November 17, (UTC)

"No!" Hickorykit squeezed his eyes shut. But his hunger too over and he stalked over to nibble the animal. His eyes lit up at the taste, swiping ((Swiper no swiping. Lol)) his tongue of his muzzle, licking off the blood. Soon he was gulping down as much as he could. "This is delicious!" He mumbled through ting mouthfuls.~Hickorykit  

Dawntail paused. She knew that the tom was holding back. "OK.." She padded downstream, lifting her body above the water and waiting silently.~Dawntail

"Hey! I was hungry too, mousebrain!" Quailkit squeaked, batting a tiny paw over Hickorykit's head. "Now I'll starve!" Growling in a high-pitched manner, she bowled onto her littermate, hissing. Before he could react, she pinned her brother to the ground. Giggling, she leaped off of him, her ears twitching. 01:23, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

Gingerkit nodded eagerly and studied them closely. They look like dock leaves..She focused on the images she had seen before and saw a pile of leaves, looking exactly like the ones in front. "Uhm..uh.." she had it on the tip of her tongue. "Dock leaves?" Duskfeather77 01:33, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

Nettlecloud flattened his ears, feeling the angry growl of his stomache lash out at him. Sighing, he padded out of camp, flicking an ear in search of something to prey on. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 22:14, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

"We haven't heard anything from NightClan in a while," Firestripe commented, shaking his fur. "Do you think they're still here?" he inquired, beginnning to take a sniff around. ~Firestripe

"Hey!" Mosspaw called. She began to near the rest of the meat. "You gonna keep fighting or leave the rest of this to me?" ~Mosspaw

Otterstar sighed. The thought of all these cats just leaving started to make him feel a little sad. Why had they all just left in the first place? "I'm not sure..." He muttered as they approached the border. But he knew the answer by the time they got there. The scent of Nightclan was very faded, almost unnoticeable. He ignored it and turned, following the remaining scent. He didn't know much about Nightclan territory, and he wasn't sure if he was still outside of it. The scent began to fade to the point where he couldn't detect it at all, and he decided that they had drifted deep into their territory when he began to see the pine trees.-Otterstar

With a sigh, Nettlecloud sank onto the  cold ground, eyeing a plump squirrel resting on the trunk of a tree. Wiggling his haunches, he tensed, his muscles flexed between his chestnut brown pelt. He leaped at the squirrel, his teeth bared and revealing flashing sharp white teeth. He unsheathed his claws, and slammed his claws across the squirrel's back. Nettlecloud's claws clamped over the squirrel's body, and he quickly snapped it's neck with a single shake of his head. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 22:27, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

Hickorykit growled menacingly and kept onto Quailkit, squealing loudly as he rolled off, his big paws clumsily stumbly underneath him. "Hey! I left a little bit!" He pushed the mouse towards Quailkit. "See?" He cocked his head.~Hickorykit

Quailkit snorted. She was relieved when Mosspaw showed the rest of the meat. Stuffing her muzzle into the flesh, she swallowed most of the meat without chewing. Licking her lips, she glanced at her brother, butting her head into his shoulder. "You're still a mousebrain." She added with a chortle, leaping away. ~ Quailkit

Silentsong nodded, hope beginning to blossom in her belly. "Yes, you're right!" She exclaimed, turning to her Herb Store once again to pick out some dried, thin leaves. Placing them in front of Gingerkit, she beckoned her with her tail. "So, what are these?" 00:33, November 19, 2015 (UTC)

Nettlecloud tossed the dead squirrel beside him, his gaze locked on the ground. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 01:36, November 19, 2015 (UTC)

"What a shame. Their territory must have had good hunting, and then they just leave it," Firestripe commented with a twitch of his nose. ~Firestripe

Cloudkit sniffed her stomach growling a long reply to ehr silent question. Where was the food? Not here. The silver-shaded tortoiseshell wailed for milk hoping to get attention and the food as well.— MinkclawNever stop believing. 14:05, November 19, 2015 (UTC)

(Ender the next rp is in shadowclan)~Whitestar

Nettcloud lifted his head, watching a dark silver she-cat come toward him with sharp, flashy white teeth. Ugh.. not another tresspasser. Meanwhile back at camp, Rubykit rolled around in the Nursery, batting at Winterkit's ears with amusement. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 00:08, November 22, 2015 (UTC)

Gingerkit studied the leaves and suddenly, her mind went blank. "Uh, Juniper berries? No, uh-" she hung her head low and frowned. "I don't remember.." ---- Duskshadow watched the two cats, blinking in confusion. Why has StarClan chosen me? He wondered, feeling his breaths go to shallow gulps. Ahh, tell her Dusk! He wanted to tell Silentsong everything, but he didn't have the words. Duskfeather77' 01:48, November 22, 2015 (UTC)

((Dude. Rubykit, Winterkit, Rabbitkit and whoever the other one was should be Warriors by now. They're Firestripe's siblings.)) ~Aquila

(Honestly we should straight up get rid of them...)~Whitestar

((Please just roleplay. They're up for adoption because there is like, none in the page. Some people might want to adopt them. They are also Frostfoots kits, the only kits he'll probably ever have. You don't know how much I love the kits, they mean alot to me. After Lexi disappeared.)) Winterstorm sighed a deep breath, shaking his pelt thoroughly before making his way towards the medicine den. "Silentsong," he addressed her. "My pads are still cracked from the fall earlier, could you-" he twitched an ear at Gingerkit. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" Duskfeather77' 03:18, November 22, 2015 (UTC)

"Oh, no worries. I forget herbs sometimes too." Silentsong comforted Gingerkit, flicking the tip of her thin tail. "I've learned them over so many times I know each one by scent." She added with a small chuckle, her eyes blinking up to Winterstorm. "Alright, let me see your pads. And no you're fine." Silentsong mewed suddenly, turning around to grab some herbs. 00:51, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Gingerkit sighed, watching the warrior pad away with Silentsong. "Hmm..smells.." she smelled the leaves and jerked back gagging.--- Winterstorm dipped his head in respect and limped towards Silentsong, lifting up his right paw. "Agh, stupid stones. They're dangerous you know." He laughed and twitched his whiskers. Duskfeather77' 00:57, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong smiled, but she was busy chewing herbs. She quickly pulled out the tiny stones in the tom's pad, spitting them out on the ground. Then, the Medicine Cat rubbed the poultice in where the stones used to be, gently wrapping it with thin cobwebs. "There, that should do it. Don't get your paw dirty, and come back tomorrow sunrise to get the cobwebs re-wrapped." She turned to Gingerkit, dismissing Winterstorm with a flick of her ear. 01:10, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Winterstorm winced, biting back a yowl. "Thank you," he dipped his head and headed outside towards the fresh-kill pile. --- Gingerkit stared after the tom, smiling before glancing at the cobwebs. "How do you chew that stuff?" She sticks out her tongue in disgust. Duskfeather77' 01:15, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Silentsong chortled, patting down a pile of thyme. "The taste isn't so bad after a few moons of chewing it over and over again." She sighed, glancing outside for any sign of Duskshadow. Shaking her head to turned to Gingerkit, tapping her tail against the ground. "We'll need to go talk to Otterstar before you become my apprentice." 01:20, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Duskshadow glanced inside the den and sat outside, silently watching. --- Gingerkit snorted in disbelief and glanced at the leaders den. How cool! Where is Otterstar?" Duskfeather77' 01:26, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail sighed as shebounded back to camp with five fish. "Ive got food!" She set it onto the fresh-kill pile as she padded over to the kits. "Hello there!" ~Dawntail

((Pretend Ripple never went on that patrol)) "Thank StarClan. I'm starving my head off here." Ripplefrost mewed with a grunt, stumbling back on his paws. He padded over to Dawntail, greeting her with a flick of his tail. "Any news? Have you seen Otterstar?"

Silentsong quivered her whiskers, her eyes blanky focusing on Gingerkit. "He went on Border Patrol, most likely. We'll have to wait for him to come back." She sighed, walking over to her nest. "Why don't you start working on your nest?" She quiered, looking back at Gingerkit. 00:41, November 24, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail turned her attention away from the kits over to the dark tom. "Oh. Go ahead and have some fish if your really that hungry. And I don't know where Otterstar went. I would just go by what Silentsong said." She playfully lappped the tom in the ear. "C'mon, he's a leader. How much trouble could he be in. Anyways, let's go eat." The tan she-cat leaped over to the fresh-kill pile, picking out a trout randomly. "Want to share?" ~Dawntail

Ripplefrost nodded, though something in his eyes showed pure anger. "Yeah, alright, let's go eat by that den over there." He meowed quickly, beckoning his tail tip towards a mossy den, covered in tendrils of roots. "Seems like a shady place." Ripplefrost added with a twitch of his nose. 20:35, November 24, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail pushed Ripplefrost away, forgetting the trout. "Is something wrong?" she demanded, stamping a paw on the ground stubbornly. "I will not accept any more of your actions. Not until you tell me. I know you need to tell me something, so stop hiding it from me!" she turned her head away, realizing how rude she was. Quieter, she added, "I miss your old, happy self. Your acting strange and it's making me not as happy anymore. I'm trying to be happy but-" she paused to look into the tom's eyes. "I can't anymore."~Dawntail

Shadestorm sniffed for a minute then glanced up at the kits. He hadn't expected to adopt any kits, but in all honesty he loved the kits with all his heart.— MinkclawNever stop believing. 01:36, November 25, 2015 (UTC)

((Wrong Clan, Minkclaw.)) 06:09, November 25, 2015 (UTC)

Ripplefrost was suprised at Dawntail's outburst. He was basically shaken by her sudden anger. "Dawntail, I-" He paused, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry. I can't act like myself anymore." The tom blinked, staring at the ground. "I need to tell you something in private. Come with me into the forest and I'll explain." Ripplefrost meowed, his voice quieted. 23:49, November 27, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail blinked quietly as she looked at the warrior. She soon found her respect and said quietly, "Alright. Let's go.." She lapped the tom's ear softly. "I will always be here." With her new gentleness, her anger fading away in an instant, she led the elder warrior into the forest. "I-I'm glad you confessed to me." She gazed into the eyes of the warrior and blinked.~Dawntail

"I haven't confessed anything yet." He meowed coldly, sitting down next to the she-cat. His gaze was more stern now, and no warmth showed in it. "I've been holding a grudge against Whitestar, and all of his kin." Ripplefrost began, scratching at the ground with his unsheathed claws. "Whitestar's kits should have never been accepted into RiverClan. Whitestar was a horrid cat, and he deserved to suffer in Dark Forest. And so does every cat that shares his blood." The tom hissed, his teeth bared. "StarClan was a fool to let Otterstar become leader! Do they not know of the blood he shares with Whitestar?" Ripplefrost questioned, staring into Dawntail's eyes. "He can't be leader. There are other cats much more capable of obtaining that position." 23:02, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Cloudkit sat just inside the nursery her gaze on a small mouse she'd picked from the prey pile. She'd refused to take any queens milk due to not trusting them whatsoever and preferred prey to any liquid. The silver-shaded torotiseshell sniffed then quickly ate her mouse then looked up when her name was called.— MinkclawNever stop believing. 15:02, November 30, 2015 (UTC)

Otterstar breathed a sigh of relief as they crossed back into Riverclan territory, and it wasn't long before they reached the camp. Otterstar decided not to go back for the remaining herbs in the Leafclan camp, as most of them were probably bad by now. He padded over to the freshkill pile, and began eating a fish. He thought about how long it would be before there were no more fish left because the river froze over, and they would have to start utilizing the old Leafclan territory more and more.-Otterstar

Dawntail shuffled her paws nervously. The look on his face. Cold, dark, merciless. It was like Ripplefrost had forgotten his inner-self. Tears prickled in her eyes, slowly dripping down her face. "Th-this isn't the Ripplefrost I remember." She stuttered as she stumbled backwards. The anger in his voice was scaring her and the claws sliding out.. "He-he was forgiving and helpful, not a monster that judged other based on their blood." She looked into the tom's eyes. "Don't do this to me.. It's torture to me to see you like this. Otterstar, I'm sure he'll be a great leader. Just please, be yourself and listen carefully to what you're saying.." She begged, taking a mini step forward as a tiny puddle of tear water soaked into the muddy grass.~Dawntail

"This isn't about me!" Ripplefrost sputtered, anger blazing his sharp gaze. "You only worry about me... This is RiverClan's safety we're talking about. Do you not realize the threat this cat poses? Do you know what Crabclaw tried to do? He almost created a war between us and ShadowClan." He snorted, lashing his tail to and fro. "Dawntail, he is not a great leader. StarClan is a pile of fools to let him recieve his lives." Ripplefrost blinked, ripping at the ground with his claws. "Something has to be done. If no cat does it, then I will." With those last words, the grey warrior turned and stomped off into the forest.

Quailkit spotted Otterstar returning from his Patrol with some warrior. Excitement buzzed in her chest, bouncing over to the patrol, she watched them with twitching whiskers. "Someday I'll be in every single patrol! And I'll bring all the prey in the forest to Camp." She boasted, turning around to see if any of her littermates were near by. 04:41, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Not finding anyone she knew that actually called her name the molly turned back to her thoughts. Maybe she could become leader someday? Yeah she'd definitely become leader someday. Maybe after Otterstar.MinkclawNever stop believing. 14:54, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Nettlecloud padded back to camp, disappointed with Snowleaf's reaction. He only left because he felt as if being watched... He flicked an ear and watched Ripplefrost quietly. ...He has a point. What was Fernstar thinking? Making him leader like that? Smirking, Nettlecloud raced after Ripplefrost. "Wait!" He called, "I wanted to talk about Otterstar... I understand, and I feel the exact same way. Fernstar must have had bees in her brain to think he would be a good leader." — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 21:22, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Otterstar flicked his tail as he finished the last bites of the fish he had taken back to his den. He then decided to clean his fur, as it was sticking out in places and was a little dirty. When he was done, he pulled himself up onto his paws and padded out of his den. It's time, he thought as he leaped onto the highrock. His voice split through the chatter of the other cats, and the noises of the clan. "Let all cats old enough to hunt their prey gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting."-Otterstar

Ripplefrost blinked as Nettlecloud unexpectedly pounced before him. "You feel the same way...?" He meowed with his eyes narrowed. "Have you been listening to my private conversation with Dawntail?" The tom added with a growl, leaning in close towards Nettlecloud. "Whatever. If you dare speak a word to any cat, I'll claw your ears off." Ripplefrost turned around, blinking as he heard Otterstar's meeting call. With an annoyed grunt the tom made his way towards Otterstar. 

Quailkit yelped with excitement as she heard the Clan Meeting announcement, bopping up onto her paws as she watched with interest. The she-kit pressed close to her littermates, excitedly twitching her whiskers. 23:21, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Nettlecloud looked away for a moment, his ears flattened. "Oh, don't worry," He cooed, picking up a paw, licking it, and drawing it across his ears. "I won't say anything. StarClan's promise." He rolled his eyes as he heard Otterstar's voice echo through the camp, and bounded towards him with a quiet snort. He sat down beside Ripplefrost, his gaze flickering down to his claws. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 23:31, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Silversplash awoke from her sleep just in time to hear Otterstar's voice. She slowly stood up, stretching her beck and legs before giving a large yawn and trotting out towards the highrock for the meeting. She planted herself next to Ripplefrost. "What's this about?" She whispered to him, resting her tail on her paws neatly.~Silversplash

Nettlecloud glanced at Silversplash and scanned her quietly, his ears flattening. She better not interrupt me and Ripplefrost's plans... Otterstar doesn't deserve to be leader, and everyone knows it. Cats just cower in fear of him, because they know that if they don't, he'll abuse them and destroy RiverClan... just like Whitestar did.You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 23:50, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Ripplefrost flexed out his claws as saw Silversplash sit next to him. "I don't exactly know." He meowed gruffly under his breath, avoiding eye-contact with the she-cat. 23:51, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Silversplash narrowed her eyes at the two toms. "What is up with you two?" She muttered under her breath, "weird..." She drew her attention back to Otterstar, waiting for him to begin.~Silversplash

Ripplefrost pricked his ears, surprise filling his chest suddenly. "Nothing, we just had a bad morning. I fell into the river." The tom quickly mewed, fluffing out his matted fur. 23:58, December 1, 2015 (UTC)

Nettlecloud rolled his eyes, shifting slightly and exchanging a glance with Ripplefrost. Waiting for Otterstar to begin, he wrapped his tail around his thin, well-muscled body, lifting his head with his ears perked alertly. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 00:00, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

"Oh. Well that sucks." Silversplash mewed, her blue eyes flicking across Ripplefrost. "I just hope that this meeting is quick. I am so hungry I could eat a fox." She stated, glancing towards the freshkill pile.~Silversplash

Otterstar grunted before he started, watching as his clan gathered beneath him. "Okay," he began, trying to gather his thoughts and wondering where to start. "Well, we have a few thinks that I need to say. First of all, Silentsong recently discovered kits. They were lost, and I have decided that we will be taking them in as out own. They are about 3 moons old, and one of them is 6 moons. Her name is Mosspaw. We will not be having her apprentice ceremony today because I would like them to feel comfortable first. Also, there is another important thing. I have been hearing you talk, and I know that I should have picked a deputy the same day I became leader. I was just so surprised, and I have been deciding on who I was going to pick. Many cats believe that it is a bad omen when a deputy is not chosen before moon high after a new leader is chosen, and that it means that the new deputy will be bad, but I do not think this is the case. I have chosen who I think will be the best deputy. They certainly have the most experience, and they will do a great job." Otterstar shuffled his feet, scanning the clan before him. He took a deep breath, and he personally was proud of his choice. "I say these words before Starclan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice." He scanned the gathering again, resting his gaze on who he had chosen. "The new deputy of Riverclan is Ripplefrost."~Otterstar

Quailkit yipped as she heard her sister's name, she rolled next to Mosspaw, swiping a paw at her tail. "You're going to have an apprentice ceremony!" She squealed, her eyes sparkling.

Ripplefrost's eyes widened to the point where they stung. He stood motionless for a moment, blinking and no knowing what to say. Wordlesslessly he made his way slowly to the River Rock, blinking up at Otterstar. What? I- He flattened his ears, his tail-tip flicking as he processed the thought. No, this can't be right. Why did he choose me as deputy? Ripplefrost realized in a heartbeat that he was a fox-length closer to revoking Otterstar. He dipped his head, a grin coming across his face. "I will do my very best in serving RiverClan as the deputy. May StarClan guide my path..." 00:34, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

(Ohmygod screeee) Nettlecloud froze, his claws digging into the soft soil. "Him!?" He spat, turning towards Ripplefrost's direction. "But he-" He paused for a moment, deciding to keep his mouth shut. "Nevermind," He meowed, narrowing his eyes sharply. "Good luck and congratulations with your new position, Ripplefrost," He cooed, his voice edging with anger. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 00:40, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Silversplash looked at Ripplefrost with gleaming eyes. "Wow this is so amazing! Congratulations, Ripplefrost!"~Silversplash

Otterstar smiled at Ripplefrost. "I know you will. You are the most experienced warrior in this clan." He narrowed his eyes at Nettlecloud, but decided not to confront him. This was a time of celebration. "To celebrate this moment, Ripplefrost, as your first act as deputy I want you to get a hunting patrol together. Tonight, we will be having a feast. You can invite anyone you want." Otterstar waited a few moments before dispersing the meeting. He leaped down from the highrock and returned to his den.~Otterstar

Nettlecloud puffed out his chest confidently, watching Otterstar pad inside of his den. "I'll gladly come on the hunting patrol," He meowed, a disappointed glare drifting in his gaze. "Only if you'd have me, that is." — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 00:57, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail stood speechless a tom stalked of. "R-Ripplefrost I.." She turned away and bounded to camp, tears streaming from her eyes. She turned to sit next to the tom, avoiding eye contact. Her eyes widened as he took his place as deputy, ivin a mischievous grin to herself. "Told ya so.. He picked you ven though you doubted him!" She growled under her breath but kept silent. "How ironic.." She held a small snicker back.~Dawntail

Streamlight had slowly walked out of the elder's den to hear Otterstar's word. She honestly had no idea much of what was going on in the clan. She had already retired long ago and had no more reason to be stressed over her clan's bickering, but found amusement in what she would hear. She laid down a few tail lengths from the den, so she could retreat back to her nap without cramping. She purred as Otterstar called out his new deputy and she slowly stood up, instead of yowling with joy, she congratulated Ripplefrost with a calm statement, "May StarClan, guide you," She continued, selfishly but with a kind compliment, "As RiverClan's first ever deputy, I am sure you will be able to possibly lead us one day. You deserve your place." She dipped her head at the new deputy and slowly retreated back to her den, her enthusiasm long gone as she felt a horrible exhaustion ache through her body. - Dapplefrost022|Wall 03:07, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Ripplefrost folded his ears as he spotted Dawntail within the crowd, expecting an angry response from her. He was surprised that she was smiling, the tom nervously shuffling his paws. He looked up again to see Streamlight, nodding with a wry smile. "Thank you." The tom's eyes were filled with gratitude, his tail-tip twisting nervously. He would have to try to hide his deep ambitions, seeking out the right cats that would devise with his plan. 05:12, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Firestripe studied Ripplefrost carefully, eyeing his face in particular. His eyes glinted mysteriously, and he lingered over to the newly named deputy. "I want to join the hunting patrol," he articulated. Despite having been recently out of camp, he wanted to see this cat for himself, and perhaps even test his leadership. ~Firestripe

Mosspaw glanced unsurely at Ripplefrost. Though she hadn't known of his ambition, she was still wary of the warrior, as she was to every other cat. ~Mosspaw

Coudkit poked her head out of the nursery at the clan meeting, but as soon as it was over disappeared from sight once more.— MinkclawNever stop believing. 14:23, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

With a yawn, Nettlecloud sat down, watching Ripplefrost direct the other cats out. He kneaded his claws into the ground with a furious snarl, but hid his deep ambitions. He rose to his paws, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Ready to go?" He cooed, blinking. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 21:11, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail padded up to the tom, blinking her sadness away instantly. "Congratulations." She purred, soon turning into laughter. "Y-y-you were chosen as deputy even though what you said!" She snickered as her chest heaved to attempt and stop the laughing. She slowed her breathing and looked up. "I'm sorry for my rudeness. It was just so funny!" She curled her tail around Ripplefrost, her tail-tip twitching. "So, you're not going to doubt him anymore?" She stole a quick glance at Nettleclous, shivering. "I told you," she rubbed her head against his body. "I know more than you and you should listen to me more!" Dawntail teased, blinking slowly to show how much he ment to him. "Anyways, have fun!" She padded away to look at the kits.~Dawntail

"We're leaving now." Ripplefrost meowed, beckoning the patrol to move out with a flick of his tail. He stopped mid-length when Dawntail approached him, the tom's heart beating nervously about his former-friend. The deputy was surprised at her gentleness expecting anger instead. When she mentioned Otterstar, the tom's smile quickly subdued into a cold frown. "The grudge between me and Otterstar will never burn down. I'm a step closer to protecting RiverClan from future harm. As the deputy I will do everything I clan until Whitestar's blood is vanished from this Clan." He snapped, his voice lowered into a harsh whisper. "Thank you, Dawntail." Ripplefrost gave a curt nod before leading out the Hunting Patrol. 02:55, December 3, 2015 (UTC)

Silversplash, inviting herself along, trotted up beside Ripplefrost at the front of the patrol, just lagging a little bit behind him. A smile was cast across her face as she bounced along, her tail flicking back and forth. "So what are we hunting? Are we fishing, or chasing mice in the Leafclan area?" She quizzed, eager to know.~Silversplash

(Didn't Silent have something to talk to Otter about?)~Whitestar

Nettlecloud snorted and shifted away from Dawntail, shaking out his fur. He rose to his paws and began to follow Ripplefrost out, his claws flexed and his tail-tip twitching. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 21:39, December 3, 2015 (UTC)

Ripplefrost's eyes fixed on Silversplash, the tom slowing down his pace. "Hunting in LeafClan territory is too risky." The tom roused, his ears pricked forward in thought. "We'll check out the river to see if the icecap is still breakable. The chance of fish seems slim but there's always the forest." 23:19, December 3, 2015 (UTC)

"LeafClan and NightClan seem to have disappeared," Firestripe told. "By the looks, it hasn't been claimed by any other Clan, either. Hunting in either of their territories should be no problem." ~Firestripe

"Yeah." Silversplash mewed in a tempting voice. "Why don't we just go and take it for ourselves?" She trotted faster, looking back at the others. "It's not like they would be able to take it from us. We are stronger than all of them."~Silversplash

Redcloud returned to camp with a few fish in his mouth. The camp was pretty quiet; while he was on his solo hunt, patrols must have been sent out. He decided he'd take a nap in the sun, so he placed his catch down and found a suitable spot for napping. ferk in that case. shoot me again. 19:32, 12/4/2015

"We shouldn't be careless about it, however," Firestripe replied, looking at Silversplash firmly. "Other Clans might think the same and be hunting there now. If we're going to take advantage of the extra land we'd need to be on the look-out for other cats, and be prepared." ~Firestripe

Nettlecloud returned back to camp with a rabbit swinging from his jaws. Licking his chops, he placed it down firmly on the fresh-kill pile, yawning and eyeing Ripplefrost. — You thought I was the nice one... you are wrong 00:24, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

"If other Clans are hunting there now, we still cannot take the risk of battle. How many warriors would we have against them? It's leafbare and we can't spill any blood over skirmishes, hunting is our main focus here." Ripplefrost meowed sternly, the patrol entereing the forest. "We will attack when we're stronger and fed." He concluded, padding between a narrow bush in a crouching stance. 04:47, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

Dawntail's ears pinned down. "Why.." She turned dejectedly and lay down into the warrior's den, unknowing what to do.~Dawntail

Cloudkit decidied to make friends so she headed to find a kit to talk to aside from her siblings, which she hadn't even spoken too.— MinkclawNever stop believing. 18:33, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

(Ripple, didn't Silentsong have something to talk to Otterstar about? And Flame, isn't Nettlecloud on the patrol with everyone?) Silversplash looked at Ripplefrost, her blue eyes wide. "Who said anything about attacking them?" She gasped, trotting forward. She could smell the remnants of the Leafclan border as she crossed over it. They were very faint and stale.~Silversplash

((Oh yeah, I keep forgetting. I'm too obsessed with Ripple atm)) Silentsong noticed Otterstar and figured it was time. She quietly got to her paws, checking on Gingerpaw before heading out. "Otterstar, I need to talk to you again." Silentsong mewed, her head dipped as she sat down next to the leader's den.

Ripplefrost grunted, the fur along his spine rippling as his prey noticed him and escaped. "Otterstar was considering an attack. In his view, RiverClan should have more territory for hunting. But right now, we need to focus on hunting with the territory we already own." 20:44, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

Otterstar looked up at Silentsong, pulling himself back onto his paws and inviting her in with a nod. "What is it?" He asked, yawning and stretching his legs and back.-Otterstar

Silversplash frowned as she stood in Leaflan's old territory. "I can't see Otterstar planning an attack when there is no reason. I mean, maybe if they threatened us and we needed the land, but other than that..." She drifted away, still looking at Ripplefrost.~Silversplash

"The other Clans still might see the land as an opportunity. But maybe we could claim it as our own before any Clan reaches it first. LeafClan's been missing for some time now, I'm not surprised. MarshClan could have never been a Clan again." Ripplefrost flicked his ears, his claws flexing as they gently pressed against the soft earth. "But that doesn't mean other cats won't set foot on this territory."

Silentsong anxiously flicked the tip of her tail, her paws kneading the ground as entered his den. "I think I have found an apprentice. I hold approval of her, and I want you to hold a meeting for her. Her name is Gingerkit, and she seems to be interested." 23:12, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

Otterstar looked at Silentsong, intrigued. He had no idea how old the she-cat was, so he didn't know if she would be needing an apprentice soon or not. "What makes you think that she is the right choice?" He asked, "Has she been visited by Starclan?"~Otterstar

Nettlecloud kept his gaze lowered on the ground, his tail-tip flicking. Where is Ripplefrost? I need to congratulate him formally for becoming deputy.. sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 23:45, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

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