camp fake friends // re-intro/rta

[► Roachslip.]

YOU DON'T KNOW ME
LIKE YOU THINK YOU DO​

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roachslip & 22 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior ​

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With the passing of yet another leader, one might think that the quiet Roachslip would be mourning smokestars absence - her watery eyes and crocodile tears she for his loss, like the rest of her clanmates. But in reality, the girl can hardly care - no, at best she is glad and at worst it hardly matters. Its been four seasons and then some since she'd been brought to riverclan, the blood of her mother splashed across her pelt. Foxes they'd said - but she learned the truth with time. Not that it'd changed her thoughts, her love - blood was far thicker than water, and certainly stickier than any tie to a she-cat she'd never had the chance to know.

Instead, it'd simply stayed her paws - reminded her that she could either sink alongside her father, be left to drown... or she could swim, falling in line and fading into the background until they forgot. Until Cicadastar was dead, until Smokestar was gone. And they were - reminders of her past washed away by the current. Her father was dead now of course - at her leaders paws, not that she'd spared more than a passing thought to him since requesting her name A last goodbye, one final honor shed allow the specter who'd once struck fear into her clanmates hearts - she would hold a legacy far better than his.

She's older now - wiser. No longer Roachkit, flailing about as others look on, the careful words she'd woven foiled by childish missteps. Nor was she the gangly apprentice finding her footing, fading into the background as she practiced her smiles and the glazed-over look of sage eyes. She was Roachslip now - warrior of riverclan. A good, kind-hearted girl with doe-eyes and soft spoken worries, a gentle she-cat, a shoulder to cry on.

" Good hunting today? " she asks as a patrol returns, tone soft and a warm smile upon her face - fake as the rest of her of course, but it hardly shows anymore. She's been pretending for so long even she's lost track of where the lies end and the truth begins. " We'll certainly need it, with the newest little mouths to feed, " she jokes - warm laugh following her teasing tone. Robinheart was only the latest in their influx of queens giving birth to kits after all, and who knew how many more there would be to come as greenleaf creeps ever closer.

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DEEP━ DOWN ━ I ━ KNOW ━ THAT━ WE'RE ━ JUST━ THE ━ SAME

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[claythorn]

Good hunting today?

Mismatched golden eyes shifted to that of Roachslip, ears pricking gently. In her jaws, she clutched land-prey. Claythorn was likely known by now not to bring back tons of fish, instead relying on her land skills passed to her by dry-paw mentor. Eyes blinked, and she nodded once, moving to settle the land-prey onto the freshkill pile. She always intentionally sat it aside from the fish, as it was different, and thus she didn't want to sully any.

When she spoke, her tone was neutral as it always was. Being up with the warriors now, there was a whole new social circle to figure out, and that had been rough enough as an apprentice with no Riverclan blood in her veins- she didn't want to mess it up now, either. "Yes, we will." She responded. "We'll need all paws working together." Now, Claythorn was always wary of those she didn't know well- Roachslip was one of them, but she didn't nudge or direct the conversation towards accusations. Just a simple statement.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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