Self Control [o]

Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

("Feral Language")
("Forest Language")

Wigglepaw snuck out of Thunderclan's camp under the guise of using the dirt place and struck out, unconcerned with the possible repercussions of getting caught. He had wandered for a while until finally coming across a massive collection on boulders and rocks on the edge of a winding river. With a curious tilt of his head, the massive apprentice trotted toward the rocks, his nose twitching as he took in all of the smells and sights. Right now, he was definitely on Thunderclan territory, but there was something odd about this scent here...

This was definitely a border of some kind...probably Riverclan's? They were the ones that swam a bunch and ate fish if he remembered it correctly. And this was a river after all. To be honest, Wigglepaw didn't understand much about the relationships between Thunderclan and the other clans, but he was pretty sure they and Riverclan were on pretty good terms, so this should be fine...right?

Well, it couldn't hurt too much to explore. So, with a flick of his tail, Wigglepaw bounded across the border and began clambering atop one of the rocks, his claws leaving shallow scratches on its smooth surface. He continued until he reached the highest stone and looked out at the land, amazed. A cooling breeze swept through his fur, bringing a bright smile to his face. This place was great! The rocks were smooth and warm, the view amazing, and it was so peaceful here! He could stay here all day!

With a content sigh, Wigglepaw collapsed on the uppermost rock, letting the warmth seep into his skin as he looked around for anything interesting. The glittering river below was gorgeous and looked so refreshing. Why didn't Thunderclan cats swim again? And what made Riverclan cats so different? Couldn't any cat swim if they wanted to? Oh, and fishing! Any cat was capable of fishing, right? Yeah, probably. It didn't look too hard that is. Maybe it was the taste?

Wigglepaw eyed a shadow beneath the surface, suddenly curious. What if he tried to get one of those fish down there? It seemed easy enough, just dive in and grab one? Though, fish were kind of Riverclan's thing - they probably wouldn't take too kindly to him snagging their prey. Which, by the way, also didn't make sense to the spotted tom. Did they own all rivers or even any at all? This river technically touched Thunderclan land too, so it was theirs as well, right?

Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

("Feral Language")
("Forest Language")

Wigglepaw lounged on the warm stones, purring softly as he stretched out and relaxed after a long day of picking ticks from the elder's pelts. Cloudychase was a good cat and mentor. He was a little tough, but it was for the best - it would make him stronger. The familiar scent of one of his littermates flooded Wigglepaw's nose and he lifted his head, eyes scanning the area before landing on Turtlepaw, one of his brothers. He smiled as Turtlepaw called out to him and opened his jaws to invite Turtlepaw, but the other tom had a different plan in mind.

He tipped his head to the side, confused, and gestured to the pile of boulders, seemingly unconcerned with whatever had Turtlepaw so worried. "It's okay! One of the older apprentices told me that we were friends with Riverclan!" He patted the rock beneath him with a paw and gestured for Turtlepaw to join him. "We have a truce I think! So we're allowed to sunbathe here! I think..." Truthfully, Wigglepaw wasn't sure how much truth was in the other apprentice's tale. He hadn't bothered to verify this new information with anyone - too eager to visit the location.

Besides, there was some distinct Thunderclan scent lingering nearby - so some Thunderclan cats had been here recently. It didn't seem as if any scent-markers had been left behind though, which meant that this was still Riverclan's territory. Regardless, it was fiinnneee. There was nothing for Turtlepaw to be worried about! Grinning, Wigglepaw again waved for his brother to join him. "C'mon! It feels great up here! Amazing for my sore legs actually!"

Wigglepaw wasn't worried, why should he be? His clanmates wouldn't have lied to him and even if they had and he got into trouble, he would just explain the whole situation and apologize. Surely, no clan cat would go so far as to hurt him for sunning himself on these silly little rocks. From what he had seen in Thunderclan, these clans were good. They had rules and morals and wouldn't attack unless provoked. And he certainly wasn't going to threaten anyone anytime soon.  

Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

("Feral Language")
("Forest Language")

Wigglepaw grinned as Turtlepaw weighed his options and eventually clambered atop the rocks alongside him. With a pleased expression, the spotted tom nestled into the warm stones, his chin resting on his paws. "See? Its fiiinneee." He meowed. It really was fine. He'd been sunning himself for the better part of the afternoon and he'd not seen nor smelled a single cat the entire time. Clearly, this wasn't a well-defended border. Turtlepaw, regardless, didn't seem convinced.

The apprentice opened his jaws to reassure his brother when, surprisingly, he brought up fishing. Tail lashing, Wigglepaw considered this for perhaps a moment or two, then nodded. It was a fantastic idea! How many chances would they get to taste real fish!? Not many, surely. So, with a huff, he hauled himself to his paws and smirked playfully at Turtlepaw. "I think that's a great idea! C'mon, first one to catch a fish wins!" Without pausing, Wigglepaw began to half jump, half slither down the rocks.

Poor Turtlepaw had only just climbed up, but because of his phenomenal plan, he'd have to climb right back down! Wigglepaw stumbled to a halt at the base of the rocks, his dark eyes squinted against the light reflecting off of the river. It sure was bright - how did those river-dwelling cats see anything? With a purr, Wigglepaw looked over at his brother, somewhat uncertain. It wasn't the best idea he'd ever had - neither of them knew the first thing about catching fish!

"So...did Curlyfluff teach you how to fish?" To be honest, Wigglepaw wasn't sure where to even start. Cloudychase was unlikely to ever teach him that sort of thing, but maybe Turtlepaw's mentor was more...fun? It seemed unlikely. All warriors were boring and no fun at all! Cloudychase would absolutely kill him if he knew he was lounging about all day having fun with Turtlepaw.