luminous beings { mars | GOSSAMER ; a literate warriors rpg

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luminous beings { mars Jan 1, 2014 9:54:25 GMT -8

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she has stepped across the border and into windclan, but her mind is somewhere else.

there's the buzzing of a fly in the background, and it sounds like it's paying dues to starclan-- if only starclan was there to listen. her eyes search for other figures (-- it seems like such a beautiful day when she was sitting in the camp with her healing leg, but that was before she went out and heard all of the jeers of the clan cats. riverclan is weak. and everyone knows that) and she tries to visit tallstar, but it's too early even for that.

her whiskers bounce idly in the wind before she breaks her staring contest with the the figure she sees just up ahead to recommence a frequent fling with the sunshine.

she looks at her leg
she shouldn't be out here
she should be resting

it's the home stretch, you can do it ravenpaw.
(show them that you're worthy of it)

she forces herself to take a bounds closer to the figure in messy, lazy form she can worry about form later. salvation rings like a bell in her mind, though not as loud, she looks up, forcing herself to shielding a yawn. her whiskers twitching with annoyance, she shakes her pelt and keep walking towards the figure.

overall, she loves being outside (-- despite all the lecturing she knows that she will get when she comes back. especially in rough times like this).

maybe she’s still caught in the daydream of excitement from the gathering-- not even excitement. perhaps just.. weariness, still ensnared in the tangle of graciousness; forcing herself to adore the late nights looking at the starless sky, the driest of lectures from others, just because she has been partaking in a privilege others did not get-- the survival of the fury of starclan. but who said she wanted to survive it? even as she lived, it was not truly living.

it is times like this where she regrets the contract she’s signed in blood that keeps her tied to the nest of starclan, no matter how absent, for the duration of her life.

graciousness.

(just bite your tongue and say “thank you.”)

and as she came closer to the camp and the stench of wind warriors, it would be a lie to say she doesn't see the apprentice almost immediately. at least she can manage to keep the smile within the realms of casual admiration and a safe distance from any extremes as she approaches them, because dazed as she is, other clanners inspires restlessness. and weariness.

“hello there. i am.. i'm looking for tallstar.” she mews.

emberfang

windclan deputy

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played by: sparkie

luminous beings { mars Jan 1, 2014 12:01:15 GMT -8

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Emberfang frowned, catching the scent of Riverclan on the wind. It had a distinct smell, like fish and mud, and it certainly didn't belong in her territory. She lifted her nose, abandoning the hunt. The breeze shifted again, beating against her thin coat, which made her shiver, but also made the scent twist away, bringing in the smell of rabbit and weather, something she didn't like at all. But she knew the direction the Riverclan scent had come from and that was all she needed.

She couldn't understand why Riverclan would invade. They were weak now, with the river frozen. Windclan was one of the strongest clans this winter -maybe that was a personal bias- because their prey was still big enough to be seen, despite the snow, whereas Thunderclan and Shadowclan lived in ambiguity during leafbare. It would be near suicide to attack Windclan. Surely Riverclan most know that.

Emberfang tramped through the snow, the cold soaking through her fur, making her extremely irritable. She wished it was Greenleaf again, oh Starclan did she wish. She didn't like the winds in a normal day, but these freezing gusts made her about ready to rip someone's tail off, something she was happily about to do to the Riverclan cats.

She tracked the scent, nosing at the air, eyes watering every time the draft bit at her face. It was leading closer to the camp and she snarled silently. Emberfang was not much of a fighter, but she wouldn't let anything hurt the clan. She broke into a trot, lifting her legs higher, covering more ground, until she spotted a single black figure pushing through the snow. It was sort of pathetic really, watching it chest deep, struggle to reach the camp.

The black cat approached an apprentice, one Emberfang didn't recognize since she spent almost no time socializing with other cats. Emberfang bounded forward, paws silent on the snow, slowing down to round the apprentice and stand next to it, dwarfing the smaller cat. The black cat had asked a question, but Emberfang was going to answer.

"Why are you looking for Tallstar?" She growled. "He's too busy to see a scrap like you."

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luminous beings { mars Jan 2, 2014 1:16:00 GMT -8

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The day was a bitingly cold one, to be sure. In fact, technically speaking it couldn’t even be counted as ‘daytime’ seeing as the sun was hardly showing its craven face at all. It was still bright enough through the dusty cloud coverage, though, and very occasionally bands of pale yellow light (the same shade of piss, he mused) would break past the clouds and deign to grace the snowy ground with their presence. How pretentious. It also turned certain patches of snow to half-slush, which lapped and pulled at his fur, dampening and dragging. If that wasn’t enough, there was a cutting breeze that kept sweeping across the moorland like a mother’s tongue over her kit’s fur. Only there was nothing warm about it. Thankfully, his thick pelt shielded the worst of the wind’s bite, but it chilled his wet paws and underbelly.

Foxpaw was hunting. Scratch that, had been hunting. The scraggly looking vole he’d been tracking had disappeared into some hidden holdfast under an exceptionally sloping snow mound. He had reckoned that it probably wasn’t worth the frozen face to try to hunt it down then, so he was currently making his way back to the camp, empty-pawed. Some cat was going to scold him for that, no doubt about it. The question was who.

He had nearly made it back, paws sopping and tail held high to avoid the snow, when a stray scent made his whiskers twitch. Odd. That was…oh StarClan, that was the smell of fish. Fish meant water, and Foxpaw unconsciously flinched. Just a little. It was only a scent, but still. What would a RiverClan cat be doing around here? Was there trouble brewing? Probably not, because it wasn’t that strong of a scent, so there couldn’t be that many cats headed WindClan’s way.

A turn of his head and Foxpaw saw the source of that oily odour. It was a single cat, this ball of black making its slow way towards the camp. Towards him, in extension. He blinked. A single cat meant a diplomat, maybe the medicine cat. Therefore: peace. Unless, of course, it was some wayward apprentice or a spy (though it was a small one at that, but it wasn’t like Foxpaw could judge anyone just yet). Unlikely, but who knew with the other clans? There were loose cannons everywhere, you just had to know where and how to look.

The apprentice decided it was probably alright to meet with the cat and see what he or she wanted. Talking with your tongue was always better than talking with your claws. Easier too.

As the other cat neared (a female, it seemed), Foxpaw inclined his head in greeting, not missing the measured smile. It was the kind of smile that those with experience in regulating their facial expressions knew how to pull off. He should know. Both his parents were relative experts.

“hello there. i am.. i'm looking for tallstar.” Ah, Tallstar. It was never a good thing to get involved in business that involved clan leaders, in Foxpaw’s opinion. He opened his mouth to ask why exactly did she to know where his gracious leader was when he felt a presence behind him. Suddenly a cat cemented (herself) next to him and took the words right out of his own maw. Albeit with a little more seasoning.

"Why are you looking for Tallstar? He's too busy to see a scrap like you." Now that the she-cat had talked and Foxpaw could somewhat place her scent, he labelled the cat as the rarely-seen Emberfang. What a charming conversationalist! Of course, he kept his thoughts to himself. After all, he was just an apprentice, and a scrap of a cat, at that. All he could offer the stranger cat was a vaguely apologetic glance and a twitch of his ears.

I should go, thought Foxpaw glumly. The one cat that I’ve seen outside my clan is going to be pummelled down by Emberfang, probably. She took my chance to talk to someone new, for a change, even if the cat in question looks a bit on the secretive side.

Secrets were fine. He could deal with secrets, has dealt with secrets. The ginger apprentice started to take his unannounced leave, edging his paws quietly to the side so as to not inflame the older and larger warrior. Older cats could get so fired up when it came to other the other clans, StarClan bless them. He surreptitiously rolled his eyes.

TAGGED: ~Ravenpaw & Emberfang~
WORDS: 752
NOTES: I've broken my post virginity!

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luminous beings { mars Jan 2, 2014 10:10:50 GMT -8

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"why are you looking for tallstar? he's too busy to see a scrap like you."

she mrrowed in polite laughter at the warrior and her bitter tone. as she turned her own hauntingly yellow eyes onto her. perhaps so. if i were just an apprentice or a warrior like you two. she said smoothly, her tail flicking as she looked at the retreating apprentice. i'm ravenpaw. medicine cat of riverclan, and i have matters to discuss with your leader, thank you for asking. she said lightly, almost surprised that the other clans did not even know who the medicine cat was.

the she-cat sat down with her tail wrapped gently around her paws as the wind blew. she shivered, not used to the cold, and surely not used to the openness of the moors. now, do you have anymore questions. or may i? she said curiously, looking at the two counterparts. this was the life that she wanted to live, not one that was purely based on diplomatic relationships and peace between warriors. she was not yet good at this, not yet good at whatever job that frostbite had in store for the young cat.

ravenpaw still resented that announcement that was made in lyxnchaser's voice that announced that she would be the medicine cat apprentice. and she resented frostbite for leaving her so quickly as she came. even in her dreams, starclan was silent. as they had said nothing to her about the affairs of riverclan. yet, they must not be silent for the leader-- the medicine cat who had turned into a warrior, as she was a warrior turned into a medicine cat. her fur bristled with jealousy. why didn't anyone tell her anything? why wasn't she given a choice in it all? and even now, as she looked into the eyes of the warriors, as if searching their souls, her actions were once again in the hands of another.

emberfang

windclan deputy

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luminous beings { mars Jan 2, 2014 14:53:18 GMT -8

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It didn't escape Emberfang's notice that the ginger apprentice was slowly backing away. She didn't know if he didn't want to deal with the Riverclan cat or if he was on a different mission, but it was important to build relationships with other clans. Of course, her relationships were vague wisps but she still had them, occasionally. She rested her tail on -she inhaled deeply, recognizing the scent- Foxpaw's shoulders, stopping him. This was a good training exercise, better than even hunting.

She stared down the Riverclan cat, matching the yellow gaze with a green one of her own. "Perhaps so. If I were just an apprentice or a warrior like you two." The black she-cat meowed, smugly in Emberfang's opinion. What a jumped up, conceited little fuzzball. "I'm Ravenpaw." She continued. "Medicine cat of Riverclan, and I have matters to discuss with your leader, thank you for asking."

Emberfang felt herself bristle at the dismissal in Ravenpaw's tone. She didn't like to be written off and certainly no yellow bellied river cat was going to do it. She stood up to her full height, knowing she towered over the smaller cat, lifted her lips to snarl. She wasn't going to threaten or hurt Ravenpaw, but she wasn't going to just be ignored either. Besides, Emberfang was gratified to see the she-cat shiver as she sat down in the snow, what a rabbit brained fool.

"Foxpaw," Emberfang's voice was short, stiff, and grumpy. "Take her to Tallstar." Then she turned, leaning down to mumble to the apprentice. "Don't let her out of your sight, and don't feed her. She's not clan and even we cannot afford waste our freshkill." Louder. "I'm going hunting. If I find any other Riverclan warriors on my territory, I will not let them go so easily."

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luminous beings { mars Jan 3, 2014 2:15:35 GMT -8

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Ah, fox-dung.The tail that came to settle on Foxpaw’s slim shoulders had the effect of getting hit with a rock-face. The apprentice stopped dead, snow gradually turning into freezing water under his paws. I don’t want to get involved, Emberfang. Weren’t you going to handle it? he thought resignedly, shifting so that he was in a sitting position, his tail curled as high as possible to prevent it from the worst of the snow. Eck. Now his bum was wet too, StarClan save him.

‘perhaps so. if i were just an apprentice or a warrior like you two. i'm ravenpaw. medicine cat of riverclan, and i have matters to discuss with your leader, thank you for asking.’ The she-cat, Ravenpaw, seemed as cool as the wind grazing around them even in the face of Emberfang (and that’s a very hard face to look upon, too), and Foxpaw blinked his pale green eyes when she looked at him. He tried to convey a sense of exasperation tinged with mild interest, but that was pretty hard to do with just a single blink. In other news, at least he was right about her status as the medicine cat, although her apprentice name gave rise to some confusion.

If he ever got the chance, he’d ask her about that.

‘now, do you have anymore questions. or may i?’ The cold must really be affecting her, because though her voice was composed, her body betrayed her fragility. Foxpaw could understand. Not all cats had coats like him that came in handy during leafbare, and not all cats were fit to have the wind bellowing at them ninety percent of the time either. A shard of pity wormed its way into his heart, but he was also getting a deep-seated, negative vibe from Ravenpaw.

If he ever got the chance, he’d ask her about that too.

And it looks like he would.

‘Foxpaw, take her to Tallstar,’ Foxpaw cocked his head and felt a brief pang of amusement at how Emberfang seemed to have lost this battle, but still hung on to her pride in the form of an annoyed tone of meow. Better hide that feeling before she sniffs it out of you, Foxpaw.

When the warrior leaned in and muttered, ‘Don’t let her out of your sight, and don’t feed her. She’s not clan and even we cannot afford to waste our freshkill,’ and then addressed Ravenpaw with a loud ‘I’m going hunting. If I find any other RiverClan warriors on my territory, I will not let them go so easily,’, Foxpaw couldn’t keep the snort in. Thankfully it was a small, unobtrusive one, and he managed to pass it off as a cough.

Don’t let the medicine cat out of his sight, and don’t feed her? Did Emberfang take him for a worm-sighted, mouse-brained fool? Who could miss her? Ravenpaw stood out on the snow like a fish in a rabbit’s burrow. And it wasn’t like he was so soft-hearted as to offer her freshkill, for StarClan’s sake. The warrior’s obvious show of bravado didn’t seem to impress any cat, and to him it looked ridiculously unnecessary. She could’ve just accepted that she let a RiverClan cat go, but no she had to threaten her as well.

Standing, Foxpaw gave each of his paws a quick shake and meowed a monotone ‘Right this way, Ravenpaw. We’d better get going before Tallstar decides to join StarClan,’ To Emberfang, he dipped his ginger head respectively and added softly, ‘We eat rabbits, not fish, Emberfang. Just a friendly reminder,’

If that got him ear-swatted, so be it. He couldn’t keep it in anymore today. Foxpaw took the lead and led the younger she-cat back to the camp before the warrior could take measures now.

TAGGED: ~Ravenpaw & Emberfang~
WORDS: 632
NOTES: He is so fun to write ogm

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luminous beings { mars Jan 3, 2014 12:09:32 GMT -8

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the riverclan apprentice watched the warrior, and looked at the green gaze that stared back at her. and saw the she-cat bristle. touchy, was she? she looked as the windclanner brought herself to full height, towering over the medicine cat and ravenpaw smiled at the display of bravo. the riverclanner knew that the windclanner was doing it to intimidate her, and she did not tear her gaze away from the touchy she-cat, and as she snarled at her, ravenpaw’s own face broke out into a full smile. mocking the displays of hostility. ravenpaw was above all that, and if the warrior wanted to pick a fight with a medicine cat, let that be. foxpaw, take her to tallstar. the warrior was grumpy, were all windclan cats this touchy? it wasn’t a shame, ravenpaw would have much more fun than she thought she would. don’t let her out of your sight, and don’t feed her. she’s not clan and even we cannot afford waste our freshkill. i’m going hunting. if i find any other riverclan warriors on my territory, i will not let them go so easily.

right this way, ravenpaw. we’d better get going before tallstar decides to join starclan. we eat rabbits, not fish emberfang. just a friendly reminder. her whiskers twitching with amusement as she looked at a paler set of green eyes. she mrrowed with laughter as she took note of how foxpaw seemed amused as well as he coughed to cover up some snorts. of course, that would be a pity. wouldn’t it? she turned and dipped her head at the warrior as a sign of respect as well-- although well-knowing that she wouldn’t be getting any in return, what a pretentious she-cat! thank you emberfang, i’ll make sure to stay away from the rabbits. all that fur doesn’t suit my tastes. she commented, with a small smile on her face. and as she watched the warrior leave, she turned her attention back to the apprentice again, is she always like that? the must have bad experience, huh. what about you? do you think i can take you on and all of windclan at once, good sir? she teased, flicking her tail so that it brushed against the windclan apprentice. i don’t think i caught your name?

sorry this is a pretty bad post, but they’re so fun. ahah and i’m too lazy to code. xx

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luminous beings { mars Jan 4, 2014 5:36:50 GMT -8

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He could see it now: at the end of the day, Emberfang would come at him like a fly toward fresh dung and he’d receive two earfuls of scolding, swatting, and a face-full of hiss spittle. In front of the majority of the clan, too. Small price to pay for a satisfying session of subtle senior smashing? Ravenpaw certainly thought not, especially with the way she was adding to the fire, all smiles and chuckles. Oh, he was so going to get it tonight, no doubt about that.

Foxpaw reckoned that seeing the RiverClan cat ease up was worth it though, and a tiny grin slipped unbidden onto his face as they walked through the snow. ‘Is she always like that? The must have bad experience, huh. What about you? Do you think I can take you on and all of WindClan at once, good sir?’ He chuckled at that, and when her tail brushed his flank, he blinked at the sudden, albeit somewhat pleasant, change in character. Maybe she kept to herself just as he did when confronted with older cats. ‘I don’t think I caught your name?’

But I know yours, Call him a kit, but little advantages like that always thrilled him in the most ridiculous way. ‘Name’s Foxpaw, but you might as well call me Fleckpaw,’ he added with exaggerated sullenness, turning his introduction into a lament (rather like his life, really). ‘Cause when you leave and Emberfang, that she-cat back there, comes back to the camp, she’ll rat me out so much you won’t even see my face through the spit stream,’

He continued in his normal voice, ‘No really though, sorry about that back there. I know that it’s natural to be bristly to different clans, but medicine cats are above all of that aren’t they? I mean, you?’ Add a little head cock as a transition and then, gently: ‘What’s with that anyway? An apprentice as a medicine cat?’ Foxpaw nearly let slip Did something bad happen?, but luckily he stopped himself in time. Of course something bad happened, mouse-brain. That’s why it’s weird like this, and saying that would only provoke her.

His manners came to him then, and he remembered that Ravenpaw had looked cold earlier, so Foxpaw edged closer an attempt to somehow share his fluffy pelt. It was really only good in leafbare, and he dreaded the heat that would assault him come greenleaf. Now they were walking along with their fur brushing, and although he knew how that may look to some ignorant kits around here, he grew up literally surrounded by she-cats (half his den mates were she-cats, really now, StarClan), so he paid it no mind.

TAGGED: ~Ravenpaw & Emberfang~
WORDS: 450
NOTES: Kind of short, but yeah =w=

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luminous beings { mars Jan 4, 2014 11:00:21 GMT -8

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she saw the grin escape his face and ravenpaw said gently, don't you worry. emberfang can't do that much harm, i'll put in a good word for you. she said, disregarding the flippant warrior. "okay then fleckpaw," she said, teasing gently, "well good thing you have two medicine cats in your clan then! they'll patch you right back up. she said with enthusiasm, "you're lucky she didn't claw you out right here, i wouldn't have been much help anyways. unfortunately," she said with an exaggerated sigh before shrinking slightly. she should've thought before she spoke, but she kept padding forward, her haunting yellow eyes on the open moors in front of her.

he apologized for the warrior, and she shrugged him off. "it's no trouble really, i understand-- i would be the same way actually." she joked, before looking at his head cock and then she smirked gently. did news not travel as far as she thought it would? she had a slight advantage in this one, and she said-- dragging out her words, "wellllll, you see right here.... frostbite-- you remember her right? the old riverclan medicine cat? she popped over dead, and they didn't know what to do, so lynxstar and all of them just picked the apprentice with out a mentor and that was me." she sighed, shaking her head theatrically, "it was such a pity that my mentor died, i would've made a great warrior. see how fierce i am?" she said, baring her teeth before smiling again.

"no, just kidding," she said, her tone changing from being playful to being brisk as her yellow eyes turned hard and haunting as she looked into his eyes and said in a cool, even voice. "i trained to be a warrior, but then frostbite got a sign from starclan-- supposedly-- that i was to be her apprentice. but then she died a moon later. and starclan's been silent." she said dismissively, as if it wasn't unusual. and as if it happened all the time.

he edged closer to her to share his fluffy pelt and she purred in amusement and in gratitude. "now, don't you have the manners?" she said, teasingly once again, "i'm sure you have quite she-cat's hearts,"
she looked at his pale green eyes and said, assuming that they'd see each other again. "if you ever visit riverclan, i'll teach you a thing or two about swimming to cool yourself off in green-leaf."

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luminous beings { mars Jan 7, 2014 2:11:45 GMT -8

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This she-cat was rather like him, Foxpaw mused as he listened to her regale the origins of her special situation. She was relaxed when it came down to talking with just one other cat and/or someone who showed no ill-intent (though this latter couldn’t really apply to him). Or else it was just the fact that they were peers. Whatever the case, he felt much more at ease. Potentially treasonous, Foxpaw, a half-joking voice murmured in his head. He brushed it off. Was making friends treason? Sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep during that particular clan meeting.

The ginger tom smiled at the heart-gripping climax of her story and assured her that ‘Yeah, when I saw you trundling through the snow like that, I nearly went back and joined the elders I was so scared.’ When he saw her sober up, though, he matched it by growing solemn (and we all know he can be the solemnest cat who ever mewed) as well, knowing that the next bit was what actually happened. She turned her slightly unnerving yellow eyes on him, and Foxpaw returned the gaze with one of polite interest and attention.

"I trained to be a warrior, but then Frostbite got a sign from StarClan-- supposedly-- that I was to be her apprentice. But then she died a moon later. And StarClan's been silent."

‘Mmm,’ Foxpaw hummed softly in quiet understanding, and couldn’t help but add, ‘They do tend to do that, don’t they?’ And let her draw her own conclusions about him from that as she would. Ravenpaw seemed bitter, or at least resentful, about how events turned out, judging by the tone of her voice near the end. He didn’t blame her. Some cats viewed the medicine cat’s position as one that didn’t measure up to that of a warrior, at least by way of excitement. True, they were revered, respected, and vital members of the clan, but there were a number of restrictions that came with the job.

But if she didn’t want to pursue the subject and her feelings on it, Foxpaw wouldn’t push. Not now.

"Now, don't you have the manners? I'm sure you have quite the she-cats’ hearts,” There it was. He just hadn’t expected it from her. Foxpaw shrugged nonchalantly, meowing, ‘It’s the proper thing to do, right? Also, I sure hope I don’t, because if I did they’d all be dead,’ Vague? Yes. Tasteless? Definitely. Delivered with as much a joking tone as a splatter of crowfood could produce. She-cats were supposedly his mentor’s area of expertise, not his.

…Now wait, what was that?

‘Swim?’ Foxpaw’s voice turned up one pitch higher, but only one that one word. ‘Oh no, I, I couldn’t possibly intrude on you like that. I learn things, especially physical things, very slowly. You wouldn’t like to teach me anything, Ravenpaw. Plus, I reckon that I wouldn’t even be in RiverClan territory long enough for you to do so. Might be your warriors would chew my fur off first,’

They were nearing the camp, and Foxpaw grew wary. It would look very odd to cats that saw and jumped to conclusions without any prior thought. Ravenpaw’s scent would tell them all they needed to know, and Foxpaw himself probably had traces of the river on the flank that was currently brushing against the black cat. He’d rather if they could meet with Tallstar as soon as possible, so there would be less talking-over. ‘We’re nearly there, Ravenpaw. I suggest you look as nonthreatening as possible, but I guess you already do. Let’s hope Tallstar’s somewhere conveniently close,’

TAGGED: Ravenpaw
WORDS: 600
NOTES: Dodododo, I reckon it's time to draw someone else into this.

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