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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Characters : [S]ilverdusk, [L]ouse, [N]ettleweaver, [V]iperpaw, [P]etalkit, [C]lovermottle, Brackendawn* Burningpaw*, Oakberry*, Ospreypaw*, Weaselpaw*, Gladepaw*, Darkflower*, Pumapaw*, Hazeflight*, Driftcloud*, Spructhorn*, Hollyshard*, Ospreypaw*, Blurrypaw*, Dapplekit*, Jaguar* Clan/Rank : [S] ThunderClan T5 warrior [L] T3 rogue [N] Shadowclan T3 warrior [V] WindClan Apprentice [P] ThunderClan kit [C] RiverClan perma-queen Number of posts : 2390 Gender : any pronouns Age : 20
Subject: Treasure Hunting [OPEN] Tue 5 Mar 2024 - 23:59
After felling the RiverClanner, Louse had left he scene pretty quickly. It would be pretty dumb to stick around when the apprentice had mentioned his patrol was close by. He didn't want to end up like him. Now he had returned with his own troop of cats, having told them he had a surprise waiting for them. He had left out the issue that the surprise in question was a dead body, but what did it matter. Seeing there faces would be funny. His eyes scanned the rocks that poked out of the river for any signs of Troutpaw's body. He couldn't see it, but he did see two approaching patrol. Louse hissed claws unsheathing and whirled round to face his companions. "Listen closely," he hissed voice low so neither clan could hear him, just the cats immediately around him. "It's not going to be a surprise for much longer, but I may have done something bad by clan cat standards." his paws kneaded the ground beneath him, and he nervously glanced at Fish, who he knew would probably like this surprise the least. "If they see us and accuse us of anything deny, deny, deny and blame WindClan. We're innocent, and me especially has done nothing wrong at all." Louse's gaze snapped to the patrols, they were getting closer and closer. This had been a mistake, he had to be more careful next time.
Fish was excited when Louse came blustering back to camp announcing he had something to show off and asking for others to come with him. Louse had already been gone for most of the day; if Fish weren't already on his paws to heed the allure of mystery, wanting to know what his brother was up to would have gotten him up. His pads tingled with early thrill while the small party walked. Even the harsh, cold winds blowing out of the chasm the river fed into couldn't dampen his spirits. He wandered a few paces ahead even when the others began to slow, looking back and forth across the water. There was a strange, sharp scent on the air, and when he looked further upstream, he could see the ground churned by a scuffle. He could see the dark shape of patrols approaching from either side of them too. A glint flashed into Fish's eyes, glowing with the delight of a puzzle to solve, as he turned expectantly over his shoulder.
Louse had noticed the approaching Clan cats too, and they set him on edge immediately. Fish scoffed quietly, ears flicking. Done something bad by Clan cat standards? Everything was bad by Clan cat standards-- according to the Crew. They were idiots though, just like Louse himself had come up with. The warrior Clans weren't nearly as vicious as Fish and his siblings were told their whole lives. Fish opened his mouth, eager to refute the concern, until his brother turned and caught his eye. He couldn't read the expression on Louse's face, but the ensuing order made his tail flick back and forth.
If Louse meant what he said--that he was innocent, that none of them had done anything wrong--he wouldn't have to say as much. Fish looked down at his paws--small, still scruffy with youth--then up again, toward the scuffed patch of land. If he squinted, he could see red stains hiding atop the dead grass. A frown ate half the eagerness (though only half; there was still a riddle before them, even if it'd been complicated) from Fish's features and he turned back around. "Louse," he started, unwhispered voice surprisingly slow and sober. His own paws started to work the ground below, mirroring his brother. An uncomfortable knot was forming against his lungs. Fish took a breath before asking, "What did you do?"
Scorchlight unfocused on hunting after she smelled Troutpaw not far away. She even heard him, but then he stopped talking. She swiftly turned around and saw only two silhouettes of cats. She shook her head; they held rogue scent. She hesitated before jumping across a stream, approaching them. She flicked her tail towards the two.
"Hello, I am Scorchlight. I wonder what you two are doing in RiverClan territory? If you can’t remember, it doesn’t belong to you," she meowed. She was playful and energetic, but she could hold a serious demeanor at times. She wanted to question about Troutpaw, but that could’ve just been a coincidence.