The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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There was a time when Perchstar had halted her walks by the river. The bad memories had outweighed her previous enjoyment of the quiet solitude in nature, and the prospect of running into anyone by the border had seemed unappealing. But after recent run-ins with Mottlestar and Birdstar, it no longer seemed like such a hassle. So her habit of free-time relaxation had resumed, with quiet strolls alone by the rushing banks that gave RiverClan life. Every so often, when she did manage to get a few moments to herself--which was not often, but had grown slightly more so after the return of her warriors made it so she did not need to patrol twice a day--she went on a walk. It was... nice.
Though it was still leaf-bare, the sunlight today had grown almost uncomfortably warm, beginning to melt some of the large snowdrifts piled up by the banks. It made the river overflow as well, swelling with far more water than its placid greenleaf current. And yet... as Perchstar glanced down at the ice-thick waters, the unfamiliar heat of the sun caking onto her pelt made her notice that this far down the river, the current had slowed to a manageable speed. Almost unthinking, she walked down to it. She slipped into the water, feeling its cold immediately soothe the rays of the sun away. Despite the temperatures outside, the river was actually swimmable. Perhaps it was just the insulation of her coat, used to the swirling river's fickle condition. Either way, she swam for a little while--not really going anywhere, not really thinking about anything. It was nice to just listen to the loud sound of the cascading water without concerning herself with the many problems that awaited her outside of its chilly embrace. Perhaps she was spacing out a bit too much--as she neglected to notice the other two cats who had coincidentally converged on her moment of solitude.
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Characters : Murkyriver ♀ | Snowvixen ♀ | Hollowgrove ♀ | Mountainpaw ♀ | Loonkit ♀ ~~ Copper was here Clan/Rank : Riverclan | Windclan | Shadowclan | Thunderclan Number of posts : 4989 Gender : She/Her - ash was here :3 and Ro! Age : 21
Subject: Re: Girls' Night (c) Thu 9 Mar 2023 - 17:42
A certain level of contemplation naturally came each time a life was lost. Whether it be that of a clanmate, a lover, a child, or in the case of some even their own. It seemed to bring a melancholy atmosphere to it that had no true remedy other than the passage of time or a level of business that meant the mind had no opportunity to even truly think about what had happened. Unfortunately for the molly in question, it was the lack of thought that had brought her to that chaotic entryway in the first place. So there had been a new approach added to Mottlestar's list of tactics in order to cope with the world around her, and the main entry in that list was simply... taking time to allow herself to think. It wasn't a bad thing, after all.
Despite never having had much of a taste for the water, she found herself heading in the direction of the river. Sunningrocks would have been an otherwise easy option to go for, but the alliance hadn't quite yet solidified between the clan that currently held claim. There was no use in attempting to push her luck when things were so close, so instead, she figured to go to a place she could find a smooth, warm stone to rest on. Not many cats decided to go to the river during this season, even as it began to shift towards warmer temperatures. The tortoiseshell's tail rippled with excitement as she approached, only for the fresh scent of a riverclan cat to come drift upon a gentle tuft of breeze. It certainly raised her curiosity, and her paws pushed faster towards the river.
Sure enough, within the river was a gentle sound of treading waters. It took only a moment for the molly to notice exactly who it was, and the motherly leader couldn't help but gently chuckle. Her head tilted to the side just slightly as she found her warm rock that she had been hoping to find. "Perchstar? Are you not cold?" She called in a friendly manner. There was no qualms that the molly herself had about the leader swimming in the river, even ignoring the idea of Perchstar getting 'too close' to Thunderclan's side. Mottlestar had more respect for the silver feline than to assume this as some ill-mannered attempt at taking over more of their territories. After all, it looked like there was the closest thing to joy currently on Perchstar's face, and who would she be to completely destroy it in some act of mistrust?
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xsnap Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] RiverClan Hybrid Medicine Cat [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan T2 Warrior Number of posts : 2887 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: Girls' Night (c) Sat 11 Mar 2023 - 13:48
Birdstar
Birdstar’s idle walks along the river had grown more frequent. For so much to happen at once, so soon after the forest settled close to normalcy– her tail lashed once as she walked. There was too much on her mind to fill her day entirely with patrols, even if she wanted to. She needed the time away from the voices of others to properly think. Chatter and activity grated on her nerves after a while, and these brief stretches of silence were blessed.
She’d wandered further north up the river than usually. The wind shifted, chill against her face, and as it blew toward her Birdstar realized the scent of not only RiverClan, but ThunderClan as well, was on the air. And not just present, but recent. Had she really wandered far enough to meet the small corner where all three of their territories connected? And if there had been a patrol from either of them, she figured she would have heard. Intrigued and deciding it wouldn’t hurt to refresh scent lines anyway, she picked up the pace.
It wasn’t long before the other Clans’ scents grew strong enough for Birdstar to realize that they were not only fresh, but current. The realization that cats were presently at the border piqued her curiosity, and she hurried a little more. Just before the other two would come into view, the slight disruption of the current and a familiar voice calling Perchstar’s name would reach her ears. Whiskers quivering with excitement, Birdstar was almost trotting when she reached them.
Seeing Mottlestar wasn’t a surprise, not after hearing her voice. Birdstar’s tail waved at the tortoiseshell in greeting. But as her head turned and spotted Perchstar, she found herself just blinking slowly at the other leader. Even though she’d heard Mottlestar call her name, she had almost convinced herself she’d heard otherwise. It would be too funny of a coincidence, for all three of them to cross the furthest edge of their territories at once. It was further surprising to see that Perchstar was treading peacefully against the current. Despite her momentary shock, Birdstar smiled and dipped her head.
“Hello,” she mewed, waving her tail again. “I’m not interrupting something, am I?” The suggestion of a joke rose in the purr that followed. It certainly didn’t seem like she was; they all seemed just as surprised to be here. Though she’d only ended here because she’d wanted to be alone with the quiet hiss of her thoughts, Birdstar felt a comfortable warmth as she joined the presence of the other she-cats. She hadn’t realized how much she appreciated them as companions in leadership until she felt her shoulders relax while watching Perchhstar paddle.
Subject: Re: Girls' Night (c) Sun 19 Mar 2023 - 18:35
Perchstar's absent-minded treading of the icy water was quickly interrupted by not one, but two of her neighboring leaders. Coincidentally, the two she was on better terms with. It was probably a good thing that a leader she was neutral towards, like Shrikestar, hadn't suddenly happened upon her strange decision. Still... as it was, she found a slight heat that wasn't from the sun rising to her face. It was a little embarrassing that both Mottlestar and Birdstar were now looking down at her splashing around in the river. She opened her mouth to respond--and almost swallowed water. Hopefully they hadn't noticed. After readjusting herself in a somewhat shallower part of the water, she regulated her expression to what she hoped was pleasantly neutral and returned their nods. "Mottlestar, Birdstar. Greetings." What else was she supposed to say? Well, there was nothing for it. There was no way to turn this awkward situation professional. Maybe she would appeal to the sense of humor that she knew (or hoped) that both she-cats might find amusing. "Compared to the sun, the water's nice.... Care to join me?" It probably wasn't the correct thing to say. However, she found that she wasn't worrying too much about it. Neither of them would be on worse terms with her Clan simply because they found her actions odd. The only thing at stake was her personal relationship with them, which... now that she thought about it, was probably on the more positive end of neutral with both. Talks about allyship with Mottlestar, and commiserating conversations with Birdstar were probably closer than most other leaders felt to each other. Maybe it was safe for her to be herself. Don't get too ahead of yourself. Just be normal. But it seemed that normalcy had passed her by, drifting down the chilly current. Maybe she could at least be an interesting diversion from the stresses of the forest.
