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 : Fuzzface, Curlyfluff, Sweetheart, Molehill, Bugpaw Clan/Rank : (F)WC/T5, (C)TC/T5, (S)TC/T3, (M)WC/T3 Deputy, (B)WC/App Number of posts : 5968 Gender : F Age : 24
Subject: Friends? Friends. (c) Tue 5 Nov 2024 - 10:26
Trotting through the dense grass and towards the edge of the territory, Molehill took a deep breath and embraced the chill in the air as it filled his lungs and sent a shiver up his spine. Leafbare was approaching which meant tough times were ahead of them, but the newly named deputy had hope for this season. Hope that him and his mate would be able to guide their clanmates in the right direction. Hope, that there would be enough food for every-cat this season.
Ears perking at the sound of the gorge as he approached it, Molehill slowed his pace. Being sure not to get too close to the edge, he usually tried to steer clear of this part of the territory due to the amount of lives it had taken in the past, but his paws had led him here for a reason and so he took a moment to take in the sounds of the rushing water and unfamiliar RiverClan scents that wafted across the quick-paced water. Luckily the gorge posed it's own threat to both clans so he didn't have to worry about any-cat jumping him, but the brown tom still made sure to keep alert although his eyesight didn't prove to be of much use as far as peering across the border...
"--not wander far!" A soft, yet guarding voice called over the rushing waters of the Gorge. "Remain in pairs. The Gorge is dangerous, even on a safe day!"
And not long after did a silvery-grey head with a scar on top poke over the horizon, shock-blue eyes darting every which way until they locked onto a shape across the gap. She let out a chirp, tail raising straight and with a new pep in her step, made her way to the ledge.
"Hello!" She called across with a friendly smile. "Molehill, isn't it? I hope your patrol fares well."
Not having expected a figure to pop up across the gorge so suddenly, Molehill let out an audible gasp and crouched down as quick as he could, praying that the tall grass around him provided him. Unfortunately, the cat across the river apparently recognized him. Hearing his name being called, he remembered the friendly voice belonging to Cindersky, RiverClan's deputy. His eyesight wasn't the best, but at least his memory was.
Slowly sitting up, he trained his eyes onto the silver pelt that stood across the gorge. Squinting in hopes of seeing a the figure little better, he confirmed it was in fact the deputy and he relaxed his tense muscles. Having chatted with her at the gathering, it was clear that they had the same ideals; keep the peace, which brought the plump tom a sense of relief. Rapidfire had directed him to try and make friends among the deputies whenever he could, so perhaps this impromptu meeting could further that goal.
"Y-yes, that's me," he mewed softly, though he realized she might not be able to hear him over the rushing water. "It's going good. Your's?" Molehill asked trying to raise his voice a little, though again it remained as soft as before.
