forum I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]

Started April 11, 2018 by @Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

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"I know.." Glancing out the hollow, he watched as dark clouds rolled across the sky.

May I join?

Alright, I'll wait for them then

"I think it's slowing down… should we risk it? We really need to get home soon."

"Yes! I've been wanting to run out in that ran like forever!" Oakleaf exclaimed, standing and darting to the entrance.

"Hey! Don't forget the kits!" Finchsong picked up Stagkit and held him out to Oakleaf, her tail still wrapped around Doekit protectively.

The tom let out a sigh and took the brown kit from her, turning back, he entered the drenched outdoors first. The sky was still gray with clouds, but it wasn't as dark as it was earlier ago.

Finchsong grabbed Doekit and dashed after Oakleaf.

Everything was wet, wet like the river and wet like their now rain dropped covered pelts. Shaking it off, Oakleaf led the way down the valley.

"We should be pretty close…" Finchsong mumbled through Doekit's fur, hopping over a fallen tree. "I can detect the scent of Riverclan, although the rain has dampened it."

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"We haven't really gotten that far," Oakleaf said, "if they are we must have taken the long way to the mountains and never noticed this short cut!!"

"Perhaps. There's only one way to find out…" Finchsong stumbled a bit, but held her head up so as to keep Doekit off the ground. She was still exhausted and weak from kitting, and was putting forth a tremendous effort to simply stay on her paws.

The brown tom searched the area as the descended down the slop to a marshier part of the valley, trees were fewer and the gray sky was lightening. Walking ahead of Finchsong, Oakleaf placed down Stagkit and pushed aside the long damp grass and created a path way.
"I hope," Oakleaf grunted, falling sideways onto a patch of grass, "they clans don't expect anything odd when they see the kits. They should not be punished for what we did."

"I know…" Finchsong sat down for a moment, gasping for breath. She set Doekit between her front paws as she attempted to catch her breath. "I'm… I'm sorry… I'm just feeling a little… tired."

"Hey, you should be! You've don't a lot!" Oakleaf said, sitting down besides her.

She nodded, wrapping her tail around Doekit to keep her warm. "What do we do if… if they remember you? What if they start asking for their father? For Oakleaf?"

"Any kit will start doing that. Remember the fake story, a loner or rogue gave them to use, so yes, they will only remember us being there for them. The clans will understand."

"Alright… I'm just nervous, I suppose. I don't want to be kicked out of the clan." Finchsong sighed, shuffling her paws anxiously.

"Ashpaw isn't a fully trained medicine cat yet, they would never!!"

"I mean, I dunno… he's quite good. And they could always request help from another clan if need be." Finchsong stood up with a slight wince, picking up Doekit again.

"But what do you think they'll do to me? Larkwhisker is old, should be passing away soon, what will happen it they banish me? My clan is more at risk then yours."

Finchsong shrugged, beginning to walk again. "I don't know, Oakleaf. I just worry sometimes. Now we must be going. There is no time for much resting…"

"Not much time for anything now-a-days…" He muttered as he picked up Stagkit and began walking.

"Well, of course not! We're already late arriving home, and now we've got two extra cats with us. I just hope that Goldenstream will take good care of our kits."

"Arriving home late?" He muttered, "What say that? This is a hard and unexpected journey! We don't have a 'date' or 'time' to arrive home, we can arrive when we want!"

"I suppose that's true… it's just been awhile, and I don't want them to worry." Finchsong climbed carefully over another fallen tree, digging her claws into its bark so she wouldn't fall.

Splashing though a puddle, Oakleaf lifted Stagkit so his little tail would not touch the water. Jumping onto the log with Finchsong, he followed close behind her as they made their way out of the marsh lands and to a small swift flowing stream.

Finchsong slipped into the stream without hesitation, easily making it to the other side while getting Doekit the least wet possible. She shook out her fur after reaching the opposite bank, waiting for Oakleaf to follow suit.