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tags ) Unfortunately, he knows she is right. It's only when they are elders will they get to relax. Of course, that is if they become elders. Who was to say that they wouldn't meet their end by sickness, claws, twolegs, monsters, or the many dangers this world had to offer. That's why the elders of the clan were well respected after all. Their stories and wisdom was unparalleled, but most cats complained about them. Especially the apprentices when they were tasked with helping the elders. He would argue that the apprentices weren't entirely at fault seeing how mean some elders could be.
"It's only when we retire we get to have long relaxing days. Exploring the territory and telling cats our stories." He can't say he imagines himself being an elder. Elders have an air of warmth and power. He doesn't think he if he ever were an elder would hold the same air of wisdom.
He ponders for a moment on whether or not mud looks best or is suited most for shadowclanners. Thunderclanners are proud, they wouldn't really use mud for the simple fact that they believe mud makes them look weak. He can't say he would ever expect Thunderclan to show up in mud because if they did something horribly wrong has happened. Windclan... Specifically from Sootstar and the others it's also a matter of pride. Skyclan, well he can say they wouldn't care about mud. In terms of they had no real distaste for being covered in mud, but he wouldn't say that it would suit them. He assumes they are more likely to wear kittypet items along with feathers, considering Skyclan was known for being the best climbers of all the clans. Riverclan the issue is more so they lived by the way of the water. Most hunting involved the river. Swimming was essential. Covering yourself with mud only to wash it off by going into the river to hunt was counter productive. If they were to hunt land prey more often then yes, but most of their food was fish. Not to mention the other clans seemed to hate and love them. They hated them for their fish scent but loved (more like jealous) that their fur was glossy. Most riverclanners were considered beautiful or handsome. Now, Shadowclan were hunters of the night. As their name suggests they excelled in the dark. Mud he would agree suits Shadowclan the most.
"I agree, I think mud suits Shadowclan the most. Riverclanners covered in mud... The thing is we're mostly in the water it would wash off anyway. I guess when the river is dried up we'll have to hunt more on land and who knows Shadowclan might be careful with mud covered Riverclanners. I didn't know there was a proper way to use mud though. After all we use mud for our dens, what are Shadowclan dens like I wonder." He had only ever known what Riverclan dens looked like because he lived in Riverclan. All other clan camps were a mystery to him. It's not like he would ever get the chance to see other clan dens, unless he decided to abandon Riverclan. Exploring all clan camps would make for a troublesome adventure and many enemies would be made as a result.
Can't help being curious. I don't know if I'll survive in other clan though. Windclan I'm not much of a fighter. Thunderclan, let's not consider that given our clans rivalry. Skyclan would let me I think, but I wouldn't want to cause problems for Blazestar. Shadowclan would be so bizarre we are not neighbors whatsoever. He shakes his head from his thoughts.
No, this can't happen. "Boneripple did you ever use mud?" Now that I think about it, mud suits you.
A challenge. Oh, how he loves those. Although considering that Boneripple managed to scare him so easily he knows he has his work cut out for him. Nevertheless his whiskers twitch in excitement.
"Oh I'll be prepared. Do your worst Boneripple." It's an invitation for her to do her best because he will be giving it his all as well.
Tears.
Something is wrong. He can't help feel guilty showing her this place. He knows nothing of her past and his mind can provide no answers to the horrors she may have witnessed. Boneripple is not someone he is extremely close with, so he is unsure on what to do. He recalls Wolverinefang, her former mate. It's odd to think about the tom after all this time because he had known and seen the pair before. He was never close with Wolverinefang, but in this moment his mind lingers on the tom because that was Boneripple's mate. He would know how exactly to comfort her and dry her tears. He on the otherhand has no clue. He only knows how to dry the tears of kits and listen to his clanmates.
I still have to try. I would be a lousy cat if I pretended she wasn't crying. No matter how tough she is, everyone needs to cry. Green eyes watch as she rubs her paw at her eyes, hiding the tears that were spilled.
He keeps an even smile on his face, as if he did not just see her cry. When she says that he won, he beams at her.
I hope she doesn't notice I'm forcing myself. Don't want her to think she ruined the mood or something. He feels her lay next to him and he finds himself in an uncomfortable silence. Perhaps he is overthinking it, but it is eating at him that he brought up something horrible. That's why he turns his head towards her to mew,
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry." Maybe she is at first surprised he would apologize. At the mention of her crying perhaps she is a bit embarrassed about it.
What can I do? Oh, I know! "For that I say you have full permission to scare me when you like and I'll do my best to be prepared. But, u-uhm... I don't know what h-happened and t-that's okay! but if you need an ear I'm here Boneripple. Or course, if you want to."
