Recent content by Meadowfur

Meadowfur halted at the river’s edge, ears twitching as the voice drifted across the water—familiar, cocky, unmistakably him. Her eyes snapped toward the opposite bank, locking onto a tall, broad-shouldered tom strutting toward the water with that same ridiculous self-assuredness he’d always...

She snorted at his first answer, her whiskers twitching in reluctant amusement. “Fewer rivers, huh?” she muttered under her breath, giving him a sideways glance. His tail flick softened the jab, but she knew he’d said it intentionally. Still, it pulled a ghost of a smile from her. He wasn’t...

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting dappled gold through the ThunderClan forest as Meadowfur and Coltstorm move in easy silence. Their patrol has been uneventful—just the usual scent-marking and scanning for any sign of trouble. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh earth and budding...

The patrol moves steadily along the RiverClan border, the scent of damp earth and fresh water mingling in the air as Meadowfur keeps pace beside Raccoonstripe. It’s a quiet afternoon, the only sounds coming from the distant rush of the river and the occasional rustle of undergrowth as they walk...

The river winds lazily through the land, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple where fish dart beneath the water. Meadowfur walks along the ThunderClan side of the border, alabaster paws pressing into damp earth softened by Newleaf rains. The air carries the crisp scent of oak from...

Meadowfur approaches the pair, her steps slowing as she takes in the scene before her. Her sister—her sharp-tongued, fiercely independent sister—cuddled up with Coltstorm like some lovesick apprentice? The sight nearly makes her stop in her tracks. Mottledmoon isn’t just allowing the contact...

Meadowfur had scented the fox at the same moment Roaringsun warned the patrol, her muscles tensing instinctively. She had been hoping for a peaceful hunt, a chance to stretch her legs and contribute to the fresh-kill pile, but of course, ThunderClan’s territory never stayed quiet for long. She...

Meadowfur sat near the edge of the gathered warriors, ears twitching as Raccoonstripe gave out the day’s assignments. She respected her uncle—he was a sharp, experienced warrior, and she wouldn’t question his decisions—but that didn’t mean she had to be thrilled about them. Border patrols...

Meadowfur’s gaze flickered over the returning warriors, sharp and searching. Fresh scratches, tense shoulders, the unmistakable scent of RiverClan clinging to their pelts—it didn’t take much to put the pieces together. Her tail lashed once before she strode forward, ears angling toward...

Meadowpaw had not come from the battle without a couple of wounds but there was nothing serious coating her sun-striped coat. A small scratch here, a patch of missing fur there. Nothing that would be the death of her though. The most wounded part of her was her pride. They had lost. She can't...

The idea of stealing from another clan feels wrong to her. But it was SkyClan, they had their twolegs right? What did they need prey for if they could just get their food handed to them by those strange creatures? What was stopping them from doing that? Absolutely nothing! At least, that's how...

Rare are the moments nowadays that Meadowpaw gets to spend entirely with one of her sisters. On the way to the border, she is insperable from Scarletpaw's side, chattering to her as much as thier mentors would allow (and even in the moments silence is asked from her she still shoots her sister...

The fight with ShadowClan had sparked something within her. During the battle her head had felt clear, level in a way she never felt while hunting. Hunting was about patience, about waiting for the perfect moment but battle? Battle had been about action action action and that was something...

Meadowpaw isn't afraid of the dark! Or at least, that's what she tells herself as she concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other while she traverses the moonlit forest at her mentors side. It doesn't help that everyone on the patrol is on edge tonight, but she does her best to put on...