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

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

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Popping her bright white head out from the long grasses and reeds the warrior's eyes were wide and round. Her neck instantly bristled with embarrassment as she saw her orange-furred clanmate drenched with narrowed eyes. She leaped over to the shore, and looked in at him. "I'm so sorry!" Goosefeather chattered, her words coming out quickly.

"Yeah…" He huffed, pulling himself out of the stream and onto the sandy shore. Shaking his pelt, he began grooming his side, "I just got this pelt clean.." He muttered to himself.

Goosefeather worked the ground with her paws, and situated herself on the ground. She looked down into the water, watching it as if flowed past them. "There might not be as many fish, but I can help since I knocked you in," She offered, her whiskers twitching as she stared down into the river, not allowing them to become unfocused.

"I wasn't fishing." He huffed, looking back at the rippling water.

"Oh?" Goosefeather's expression changed to one of confusion as she continued to stare into the water. "Are you okay?" She asked, puzzlement lacing her words.

"Yes I am!" He coughed, now getting somewhat annoyed, "Its just not every day a cat mistakes your tail as a mouse."

"Keep your fur on…" Goosefeather whispered, her gaze unfaltering as she kept it fixed on the river. Soon flashes of silver began to appear, and she leaned forward.

He grunted and casted a long glance at the she-cat, sighing, he fluffed out his tail and began grooming that. "Lionspirit will sure get a punch out of this." He muttered.

Goosefeather sank the claws of her left paw into the ground before swiping her right paw through the water. Surprisingly, up with the soaked fur of her paw came a silvery fish. She backed up and let it fall to the ground before messily biting it's back to kill it. She looked down at it as it flopped around a few times more.

"How nice," Blazestorm huffed, "You caught a baby!" Shivering, he walking into the sunlight, seeking its warmth.

'Every cat is acting as if their fur is on backwards,' Goosefeather thought, her ears flicking in acknowledgement of her clan-mate's arrival. "Well, the fish aren't going to be around as much pretty soon, and something is better than nothing." Curling her fluffed up tail around her dampened paws, Goosefeather swiped her jaws with her tongue, ridding her muzzle of the cool water that had collected on it.

The orange tabby let out a sigh and bowed his head, "I'm sorry for my ill-tempered words, this hasn't exactly been my 'good' day today."

Goosefeather gave a small nod, and looked over to her orange furred friend, "It's okay," she mewed. "I can't expect you to be in the best mood after getting scared into the river, the water is a bit cold." Her eyes scanned over the small bit of forest that she could see from her spot near the river. The plants in Riverclan territory were still green and very much alive, but the trees were beginning to show crimson and yellow leaves. Her thoughts drifted briefly to the thought of the coming leaf-bare. Hopefully these few moons of cold and snow would be easier than the last.

Hello,))

(Your back!!! and sorry I was gone, I was visiting people)

Sighing, he stood and shook off his pelt again, "It would be best if we head back to came," He said more lightheartedly, "I don't think we're suppose to be out here at this hour."

Goosefeather stood up an arched her back in a stretch. Upon doing so a light gust of wind ruffled the fur on her legs, which was much fluffier compared to the sleek fur of her body. She nodded in agreement, and picked up the short fish that she had caught. Around the fish, she meowed, "We probably should get back to camp," with a flick of her tail, Goosefeather began padding off in the direction she had come. Glancing over her shoulder to see if her clan-mates were coming, Goosefeather shivered. It was certainly getting colder.

With her ahead of him, Blasestorm kept an eye out for brother Lionspirit. Watching as birds flooded the skies, he sighed happily, knowing he would see them again and their offspring next newleaf.

Just before Goosefeather quietly padded into the camp, she could hear the skittering of prey that was settling down for the night. Tomorrow… She thought, feeling a bit better after hearing signs of prey.

Glancing around, he watched as Foxstar padded over to the medicine cat den with Ashpaw right behind her. Finchsong and Oakleaf must have arrived from their journey to the mountains, and by the looks of it, something was up.

( @Caustic_Fraust? Want to come back???)

Goosefeather trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, and dropped her fish there. Fish were a tricky thing to keep in the fresh-kill pile, but she guessed it would be gone soon, despite its size. Wondering over to the warriors' den, Goosefeather laid down beside the entrance and watched as Foxstar neared the medicine den. An apprentice was trotting along behind the leader. Goosefeather never really poked her nose around in the business of other cats, even if they were her clan-mates, so she had little idea as to why the medicine den was being filled.

Finchsong looked up as Foxstar entered the den, leaving the herbs she was sorting to bow her head politely. "Foxstar! I would have come to you earlier, but it was so late… I didn't want to disturb you. I hope that's alright?"

"Its ok," Foxstar replied, "was the journey safe? You didn't run into any trouble I hope."

( I wish you could go back on Winterrock.boards.net/ the gathering is in three days)

Finchsong shook her head. “No, the tribe cats were very welcoming and helpful. I hear there has been some trouble with rouges? No one was hurt, I hope?”

"You already know Ashpaw was hurt, Lionspirit and Blasestorm are from that rouge group, but they don't know if Blizzard is planning an attack on the clans. Thunderclan has been silent about the group, they have spoken nothing about the cats even though they are the closes to them."

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Blazestorm sat under the shade of a tree, listening in on the two cats conversation, if only he knew of some info about any planed attack, if only he knew all the cats in Blizzards camp, then life would be so much easier.

“Mm… is there anything I can do to help, Foxstar? I know I was gone for a little longer than expected; the weather was fickle near the mountains.” Finchsong had seen that Ashpaw still had a splint, but it was a simple one, which meant his leg was healing.