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WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR in this last moment, willowroot’s warrior instincts fail her. too caught up in the peace is she, too warm and content to bask in the sun’s dying rays. robinheart glances up a moment too late. a cry rips from the smoke’s maw as… something russet and small...

WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR being asked to oversee a spar is something the smoke is quite used to. still, every time it happens she feels a thrill. despite her graciousness, her generosity, willowroot thrives off of the support and admiration of her clanmates. as one of the most...

WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR "aye, the time will come," the gentle tone comes from the lounging molly as she glances towards the gathered apprentices. beefang offers some kindness, a rarity from smokestar's daughter, but something willowroot glances fondly at all the same. "the river...

WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR there’s a soft sweetness inside of the feline’s chest as she sits beside lichenstar, green gaze fixed upon the scene in front of them. midnightash carefully instructs her apprentice, stern and supportive. it’s an art willowroot feels she might have taught the...

WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR willowroot keeps an eye on all her apprentices, current and former. echopaw has been doing well in her training - the girl is soon to be made a warrior and her mentor could not be more proud. ashblaze is a steady presence within the clan, driftwood and...

WILLOWROOTSHE/THEY RIVERCLAN WARRIOR the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the river. as a breeze rustles the barebones branches of threes across the border, the river's surface shimmers with the faintest ripple. for leaf-bare, the air is warm, soft against fluffed fur as the...

( ☾ ) willowroot wonders if she is watching the world go on without her. not that she particularly minds too much - her children have grown, seeking out their own lives and loves. her best friends have moves on too, either to the stars or to their own families. even looking after gladefrost's...

( ☾ ) bright eyes find the similarly hued gaze of hazecloud as the deputy calls celebration to her clan. a feathery tail is lifted in toast to the fog-colored molly, willowroot allowing a pleased smile to etch onto her maw. riverclan are not thriving, but they are doing well enough that pride is...

( ☾ ) verdant eyes scan the forest floor, slender paws padding carefully down the trail as the willowy warrior follows her clanmates. cloudpaw bounds ahead, cinnamon spots standing out against stark white snow, picking out speckles of sun from beneath the frost. “well done, cloudpaw,” at least...

( ☾ ) the night-queen should not be out here. she grits her teeth and forces herself to go anyway. even though gladefrost's kits are depending on her - or perhaps because they are - she ventures into the cold for another time. allied with her leader, snakeblink, and midnightash, the group must...

( ☾ ) the wind howls like a wounded animal as willowroot guides her patrol through the swirling snow. flakes, sharp as ice, whip across her face, blurring the world into a white void as she stumbles forth. the cold has settled deep in her bones, a heavy, unrelenting presence that chokes her with...

( ☾ ) as the tall molly leads her small dusk patrol along the border, she feels a creeping feeling of unease settle low in her belly. even surrounded by clanmates as she is, willowroot's fur lifts ever slightly on her spine as she watches the moon climb higher in the violet sky. the stark...

( ☾ ) the chill creeps up the dark smoke's paws as she follows the patrol out into the wilderness. herb hunting is not her forte - she would much rather be on a hunting patrol right now - but with the looming sunningrocks battle and the bite of leaf-bare already sinking its icicle teeth into the...

( ☾ ) the nursery had been one of the first dens to be repaired after the sudden flood, and now that she is a resident of the den, willowroot thanks the stars for the quick repairs. she flattens one tufted ear against the chill of the night, encircles her adoptive children tightly in their plush...

( ☾ ) luckily for her son, and perhaps unluckily for her daughter, willowroot does approach, a soft look of encouragement decorating her narrow face. she’s been on a walk with robinheart, one more chance to stretch her former apprentice’s legs before the girl returns to the warriors’ den...