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The hunt was already a bust. It was a bad day of luck for her, for Riverclan it seemed. Exhaling sharply as the scent of dog flooded her nostrils, Carawaysong is lifting her voice to the patrol already, urging for her apprentice to flee. Valesight was already rushing towards the dog to assist...

A sigh of relief comes as Merlinpaw joins her and Bugbite, quickly scanning him over to ensure his overall safety and well-being. Streamsong nods as he speaks, offering to help evacuate the drypaws and she's relieved that he's able to take care of himself and help the others evacuate. "Good...

Anxiety was radiating off of Streamsong as she stood with the group, scanning what little remnants were left of Riverclan's camp. Her mate was out here somewhere, and she had no idea if he (or the others who had been swept away) were still alive. Merlinpaw was back at their temporary camp safe...

The news that she was getting an apprentice was the last thing she'd expected out of this meeting. It was a blessing, good news that she was being trusted (over a year after graduating as a warrior) enough to be given an apprentice. Bugbite too earned an apprentice this meeting! Making her way...

The groggy, half-aware meows of her clanmates would not initially be heard. Not even Bugbite's pitiful whines against her side would cause the woman to stir. Deep in sleep, Streamsong was snuggled curled up beside her mate, basking in the comfort and warmth of his presence in their joint nest...

Streamsong finds herself enjoying the early evening hours, the warmth from the fall sun hitting her fur in the perfect spot. While many of her clanmates around her are chatting away, their eager chirps filling the camp as Streamsong surveyed the varying groups around her. It doesn't take long...

Streamsong unfortunately hears the conversation that fell from their lips, and she can't help but wonder if Midnightash had intentionally spoken so boldly when she was close enough to hear everything. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! Accusing Bugbite of not being a real Riverclan...

A fishing "patrol" with the apprentices had not been her initial plan for the day. Rather, it seems as if she was crashing an apprentice training session above all else. Initially, she had given them their own space once she stumbled upon them, electing to fish further down the river (still...

Sunpaw is hesitant to join the group, and Streamsong can't say that she blames her for it. Joining in on a conversation that had already begun, with felines much older than herself? It was intimidating. There was a point in time where Streamsong could admit she would have felt the same; even...

She watches from her nest near the back of the den as Biteflower enters the den, not so politely telling a clanmate to move as he bumps into him. Her ears flatten against her skull at the bitter tone, silently relieved that Loveburn spoke to him first. What could she even say in response to him...

A soft giggle escapes her jaws as she swims through the current, her paws propelling her forward with practiced ease. Periodically, she swims in a circle, circling back towards her mate as he jogs alongside her on the riverbank, almost prancing as he moves. Her back is towards him, once again...

She purred softly with Bugbite's response, pleased to hear his day was pleasant. Streamsong wanted nothing less from her mate, and would have been disappointed to hear his day had been unpleasant. Ears flicker softly in response as he trails off with his comment about having to climb to catch...

Not far behind her mate, Streamsong will dip her head in greeting as she halts beside Bugbite and Lichenstar. "Skyclan." From here, she remains silent as her leader begins to speak, addressing the skyclan patrol politely. Pressing against Bugbite affectionately, she allows her gaze to flicker to...

Just returning to camp, a panicked yowl reaches the molly's ears, and she takes off. The fish in her jaws had fallen to the ground with a thud, no longer on her mind. Fortunately, by the time her paws arrive on scene the ordeal had concluded. Pausing alongside Eveningpaw, Streamsong gazes...

Quiet chirping and singing of crickets could be heard as the moon rose high above Riverclan territory. A small she-cat sat on the bank of the river with her tail wrapped around her paws, leaning against the warmth of her mate's fur. Streamsong's eyes were closed as she absorbed the peaceful...