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RIBBITLEAPHE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR To be reminded of his failures is the last thing he wants to do, but Ribbitleap still finds himself assigned to patrol this border. The brown tabby's wounds are mostly healed now, and the tom finds himself fussing less and less over them than he'd done in...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ Though they've lost — though he could've won — the rush of battle is enough to fuel him on the hobbled-walk home. Still, Ribbitleap feels the ache in his limbs with every step. His shoulder burns, his hind-leg is sticky with blood, and though he pushes onward, the warrior is grateful for a...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ His order is met with defiance in the form of a swift strike toward his face. It doesn't have much weight to it, but still dances over his skin and leaves a stinging trace across the side of his muzzle. Ribbitleap hisses and flinches backwards. A wavering attempt to stand his ground...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ His opponent's giggle grates on his ears, eliciting a snarl from the small-statured tom as his claws just barely miss his target. Smart, she declares herself as before sinking teeth into a back-leg. At the pain in his leg and the warm trickle of blood that falls from it, he erupts in a...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ He is struck before his claws can sink into an opponent. A blurred form sprints out from nearby undergrowth and — before he can process their trajectory — collides with Ribbitleap. Sudden weight against his shoulders causes the tom to yowl in protest of his stumbling paws, trying to twist...

✦ㅤ─ㅤ He isn't as phased by this — the impending doom of battle — as he used to be, he realizes as they approach their extended border. It is a familiar pang in his chest now, a march toward bloodshed and loss he knows well by now. His childhood had been marred by it, his warriorhood riddled...

Ribbitleap always feels a bit on edge when it comes to the carrionplace. The tom supposes anyone would, but he remembers days of trying to hunt here, attempts turned on their head by rat-lead ambushes and loss of life from a leader long gone. He'd rather be far from here, but the warrior has...

" Yes, please rest, " Ribbitleap finds himself begging the sick warriors. He's lucky enough to have not caught anything yet from the swift change in weather, the stark contrast to days prior brought forth in gale force winds and more snow than he'd ever wish for, and he'd prefer to keep it that...

With a clanmate newly fallen and memories of faded battles dug up in the day's wake, Ribbitleap is wary of the idea of a celebration. But the medicine apprentice is right — though things haven't been going well, there is some good left in the marshes. A full fresh-kill pile is often a rare sight...

Has leaf-bare always been... this early? This... cold? The brown tabby finds himself shivering as he splits off from his fellow material-gatherers, his mind delving back into his memories for a semblance of familiarity in the newfound frost. With short fur, he supposes the cold moons have always...

✧ . Just like most of the clan, Ribbitleap is stirred from slumber by the sound of rising voices outside his den. Frantic, uncertain. Peace is ripped from him and everyone else, and when the brown tabby finally rises from his nest, he can’t help but wonder if he’s still sleeping. If this is a...

✧ . Mirepurr’s voice calls for the clan’s attention, and Ribbitleap finds partial-relief in the news they share, in the fact that his gaze has to lift upward to find them. Though Smogstar’s fate is unknown, ShadowClan still needs a leader in his prolonged absence. If all goes well, StarClan...

✧ . With a new name held, Ribbitleap is surprised to hear Mirestar’s voice echo through camp with a call for patrols. Now that they’re leader, the tom supposed they would’ve chosen someone else to do so, someone to replace them in this process. A deputy, he figures. Just like every other...

✧ .Many seasons ago, he and his brother were born on a day like this, welcomed into the world by an amphibious chorus bestowing names upon them. With an influx in their presence since then, their song is loud — enough so to keep the warrior awake, rather than allow him to sleep in the quiet...

✧ . With his namesake surrounding him, Ribbitleap is quiet for the bulk of the patrol. The brown tabby is focused on the task placed before them — to kill what frogs they can, to eradicate any eggs they come across. Though food won’t be as plentiful without the amphibian invasion, it’s what’s...