name: Dark stream where the fish lurk (Just dark.)
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 moons
Appearance: All black besides his front left paw, stormy blue eyes.
personality: Brooding, hot headed, bitter at times, cold hearted to those he dislikes, loyal, and caring to those he cares about or those that are in the tribe.
Cave guard
other: His shoulders have claw marks on them from when he was young, he used to have a brother and a sister but they are no more.
"I'm okay, I'm sure I'll be fine by the time we get there." Finchsong started walking back in the correct direction, keeping her eyes fixed on the mountains.
"Very well." Oakleaf muttered, still making sure she would not fall.
(Kellie Bramer? Want to jump in and lead us to the tribe? They know we're coming!)
Darkstream or Dark as some others called him walked down a small trail as he looked for the two cats he was supposed to lead to the place he called home. He couldn't help the sigh that came from his mouth as he walked. He had wanted to relax a bit today but if it had to be done he would help them. Soon the tomcat spotted the two and meowed a greeting, "Oakleaf and Finchsong? Correct, if so I'll be leading you to the tribe."
(Do you want me to be a tribe cat too?)
(Ok)
"Uh, who are you and how do you know our names?" Oakleaf said firmly, fur rising and claws extended.
"Shh, calm down Oakleaf. This must be one of the cats from my prophecy." She dipped her head politely. "Hello, sir, that would be greatly appreciated."
Name: Lark that sings at dawn (Lark or dawn is fine)
Gender: Female
Age: 23 moons
Appearance; Creamy brown with sepia brown splotches
Personality: Calm, kind, mom friend
Prey-hunter/Cave-guard: Cave-guard
Other: idk
(Hey, can I interject as Mist?)
(Yes, lets say she was following begin Dark)
(Ok)
"You don't even know him!" Oakleaf hissed, "What if he's a rogue?"
Finchsong thought for a moment. "I trust him. He has the accent of a tribe cat. Lead the way, sir."
“And how do you know what a ‘tribe accent’ sounds like? You never heard a tribe cats voice before.”
"It was in the prophecy! What is it with toms and asking for directions?"
(Lol)
"But you never said they spoke." Oakleaf huffed, "It was a Starclan cat that talked to you."
"No, it was the tribe cats. There were four of them, and their appearances kept changing."
(So Its just you and me again :(
(Yaaaay)
"That's… that's really creep," Oakleaf stammered, "Was it creepy?"
"A little, but I assume it just meant that a tribe cat was coming, not one in particular. Ambiguous."
(Should someone play as Dark since he's gone?)
He frowned but kept on walking. The path they were on looked fairly old, like it was a main road the tribe cats used. The ferns that lined the edge of the path held a strong scent of tribe cats, also fox, rabbit, and a unfamiliar cat scent, maybe rogues.
(I guess?)
Finchsong trotted calmly along the road. She was still in pain, and pain shot up her front left leg every time she put weight on it, but she showed no outward signs of this.
(Is she already pregnant or nah?)
(Maybe? Like the start? And for the kit colors, you wanted them to be all brown shades?)
"Once there," Oakleaf said, breaking the silence, "You need to rest, I still don't know how bad the fall got to you and, and you might be tired." He glanced at her and smiled, "Because I am."
(I mean, since they're both brown I assumed the kits would be. Would two kits work? Male and female, Doekit/Fawnkit and Stagkit/Deerkit/idk similar?)
"I'm okay, the fall wasn't that bad." Finchsong thought for a moment. "I'm not really fat, am I?"
(Doekit/Stagekit- I like those names)
"Uh…" He just looked ahead, not even glancing at her, "No, no, I- I was just joking."
(Except she is fat bc she prego foreshadowing??)
"That's good… Riverclan cats are supposed to stay sleek and thin, so they can move quickly through the water. Some get a bit plump on fish, however."
"Like you?" He teased, nudging her on the side.
"Hey!" Finchsong stuck out her tongue, pretending to pout. She flicked his side with her tail, wanting to hop ahead but deciding that it probably wouldn't be good for her leg.
(The gestation period for cats is two months, so it's feasible)