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( ⚘ )Wind clawed at their hazel-carve ears, clipping them with each fierce bluster. A wry paw dabbed at their cold nose, regret already bleeding into their chill bones. Reedrunner sat firm,nas firm as they could, on a half-soak log at the river’s edge. The air skimmed the surface, dervishes of...

( ⚘ )Reedrunner sat in their favourite spot outside of camp, sunning between two quivers of grass. A pale, rocky stream passed their walnut paws, its soft ramblings a pleasant backdrop. Distracted, an oversized, sail-like ear was rigged tall at the sudden addition of far-off gravelled laments...

( ⚘ )Darkpaw's stumble almost had them following him however, Reedrunner managed to steady themself. A shy curl of their tail caught the apprentice's flank, unawares even to the cedar feline. They were further stumped at the response he gave to their question. Grass... Water, air? The brunette...

( ⚘ )Reedrunner only nodded at Darkpaw's apparent excitement, inadvertently ignoring his question. They took a few steps, long and loped, before they paced themself to let the apprentice catch up. Falling into discomfort at the growing silence, the feline glanced down at the apprentice. "I like-...

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( ⚘ ) Oh rivers, Reedrunner was nervous. Cicadastar had thought them suitable however, and disobeying the leader was frankly an even more nervewracking venture. Darkpaw seemed- nice, though? Like his dad, one of the few the warrior didn't grow speechless around. There was so much pressure, to...

( ⚘ )Reedrunner? Oh, they were getting a new name too? They supposed it made sense. Reedrunner sat amongst those gathered and blinked at the cinder-split leader atop the river rock. It smoothed a little bit of pride down their pelt, an acknowledgement of their speed. What was truly a surprise...

( ⚘ )The rising sun set the skyline ablaze, light smoking the early morning mists as they bobbed between the wispy river greenery. Reed sat tall beside the water's edge, its wobbling surface skipping along the mottled riverbed. Unsteady paws bent long, organic slats over one another. The stalks...

( ⚘ )Reed's lithe ears were stalk-straight as Beesong mentioned their lack of swimming. The feline felt a wave of recognition, or comfort, knowing that there were others like them that avoided the river. Duckweed eyes took in the medicine cat in a whole new light. When the topic turns to the...

( ⚘ )Reed lifted their narrow head, ears pricked at the offer of teaching. And for weaving no less! It was a skill they only just grasped but still committed a lot of time to. The willowy feline loped over with barely contained excitement, whiskers abuzz and eyes bright. Even though this...

( ⚘ ) The shout of a familiar voice drew their attention, triangular head whipping to catch sight of Beesong emerging from an enormous sedge plant, its striped fronds rustling from behind them. After their two, unique green gazes clash, Reed looks behind them, before it registers- ah, he was...

( ⚘ )Beesong's mention of dreams had Reed's eyes slit almost comically, thoughts spinning as they considered their own night-time memories. The feline didn't think the visions of slipping onto a gelatinous river were relevant though... With a shake of their floppy ears they recentred on the...

( ⚘ )Quickly hopping from their spot, Reed followed the pair. Beesong was right, only one way to improve. Ducking their head in a sheepish nod of agreement, the feline paced alongside Mud. Stream burbling below them and their brunette group skimmed along the shallow stepping stones. The weather...

( ⚘ ) The dulcet weave of Mahi- no Cascadesong's- voice found Reed's ears easily. His chirping tempted their heat-hollowed head from the dust, the feline having spent far too long in a stretch of fierce greenleaf sun. With a shake of their broad ears, they slugged their bones into cooperation...

( ⚘ ) Nose between a clump of foliage, Reed didn't see the pair as they approached. Instead, they slit their eyes against the sun and appraised the feathery fronds. Weaving had become their newest obsession- even if they weren't very good at it. The flaxen puffs might be useful for padding and...