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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 17, 2019 15:10:50 GMT
 FrostwhisperHe felt most at home by the river's side, which may have been atypical of a cat like him. Essentially, his life was one giant risk. His brain urged him to leave RiverClan for his own safety, and instead to move to DarkClan to be with his own kind. But his heart? It was even stronger, and it pumped the river through his veins. He was born in RiverClan, he breathed for RiverClan, and therefore, his home was RiverClan. Maybe his clanmates didn't think the same, but he'd prove them wrong. Someday, at least. Bringing his tail forward to rest it alongside his forepaws, Frostwhisper slowly seated himself at the river's edge, closing his viridescent eyes. No clanmates to sneer at him, no insults to hit his ears, just him and the gurgling sound of the slow-paced river before him. He'd have it no other way. Frostwhisper struggled to grasp the idea why cats were so against dark element individuals like himself, he caused no harm. What did they have against him, and what had he ever done to them? By StarClan, he had even gone so far as to refuse to ever use his dark abilities in the presence of his clanmates. He was hoping that they'd forget about what he was, and instead see him as who he was. Was it so much to ask of them? |
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Post by watersong on Apr 10, 2019 3:43:56 GMT
The Representative of Riverclan was padding along the river's edge, occasionally pausing to check if any fish could be found swimming beneath the surface. Alas, it was not to be so, and Watersong huffed in continued aggravation at the lack of good hunting today. At this rate, leafbare would be harsh on them all, but the freshkill pile was not bare yet.
They mustn't lose hope. The moment they gave into despair, then the clan was truly lost.
So the leader kept their head held high, even as the world around them seemed cold and bleak.
It would seem they weren't the only one out along the river's edge, and they spotted the pelt of a clanmate not too far away.
They momentarily considered taking another path, turning and walking around him, before they pushed away their loner tendencies, quashing them beneath a firm paw. They were a leader and they must act as such. Especially in Riverclan, a leader is one who speaks to their people, who hears the say of all before making the final decision. They could hardly be called a leader if they did not take the time to converse with those under their care.
So, introverted tendencies desperately calling them to walk around the warrior, Watersong resolutely ignored the calls of 'please, anything but social interaction' and walked towards the similarly patterned tabby, but with a sight less white.
"Cold, is it not? But I suppose one can expect little less of leafbare."
Watersong's whiskers twitched.
"I hope that it has not been too great a bother for you, unfortunately our distressing lack of fire elementals means little warmth outside of our nests."
They paused, before a joke occurred to them.
"Perhaps we can pillage some from Shadowclan, they certainly have enough to go around." 20mia08 HELLO I LIVE AND AM HERE TO GET THIS CLAN ON THE ROAD |
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Post by 20mia08 on Apr 11, 2019 14:55:10 GMT
Frostwhisper The rosetted tom with strong bengal ancestry found his head snapping in the direction of an approaching feline, the fur along his shoulders bristling as if his body was preparing for a fight without his mental consent. Realizing that it was the leading figure of his Clan, Frostwhisper attempted to force his silver-and-black mottled fur flat without any success. Maybe he was just cold-- he wasn't certain. Physically cold or cold-hearted, or maybe a little bit of both. He had been half hoping that anyone who found him would be his apprentice, but once more, life continued to disappoint him. And now, Watersong wanted to make conversation on such a blissfully grim and silent day. He pretended that he didn't notice Watersong in hopes that the cat would leave him alone, but alas-- it didn't work. Frostwhisper almost felt like the representative was treating him as a guest to RiverClan, or at least that was what his cynical mind was attempting to convince him. Had he not been born and raised in his Clan, just like most other members of it? Did the chance of him receiving an unfortunate element make him less welcomed than his equals, just because fate felt like playing some stupid prank on him? Hmph. Leafbare was same everywhere else-- cold. He could deal with it, he wasn't helpless. His thick fur he inherited from his RiverClan ancestry provided him with ample warmth during the frigid season, and it even made swimming a little more comfortable. "My distant ancestors didn't have the privilege of commanding the elements to their every beck and call-- I think I'll be just fine. We should all be, otherwise, we are a shame to our forefathers and do not deserve the gifts we abuse and mock."@watersong |
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