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[Nightfish]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Despite the circumstances, Nightfish is somewhat glad to have ended up in Skyclan’s territory. He likes the feeling of pine needles under his paw pads and the thick smell of the trees overhead. It’s a rare, painless nostalgia — and far more comfortable than the inescapable wetness of the river territory he’s found refuge in.

Of course there are all the memories to reckon with: it’s hard to escape them around here. He tries to focus on other, closer memories, their edge sharp enough to cut and keep him otherwise occupied. He casts his thoughts back to the rogues currently prancing around their camp, eating their fish, sleeping in their nests, and then he’s far too angry to be sad. That does leave him with all that frustration that has nowhere to go, which is what sent him wandering today in search of relief until he stumbled upon some sandy hollow where he can see a few cats sparring. He looks at them wistfully: getting in a scuffle sounds heavenly right now, but in the absence of rogues to sink his teeth into he’s not sure how wise it would be.

“You think I could get in on this?” He asks the cat standing nearest to him, nodding at the sparring area. “Or would it be weird for a Riverclan cat to slap a Skyclanner around? Seeing as we’re guests and all.”

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  NIGHTFISH — HE/HIM ･ 38 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY KANGOO

  a large black and lilac chimera with high white and blue-yellow heterochromia and an expressionless face.

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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
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He stood, staring at Nightfish. “Get into what? Are you in trouble?” He uttered, helm cocked. He couldn’t fathom why someone wanted to get into trouble now, especially when SkyClan offered their camp, but he wasn’t familiar with them, still cautious and seeking his friend’s familiar pelts in the sea of RiverClanners. “Oh. You mean training?” He finally added, gaze crinkled.

He still didn’t get it.

His father would toss him head-first into danger and tell him to figure it out or he’d be left behind, going days without rest or food. He wondered if their training was anything like that. “Why would you slap a SkyClanner?” His brows furrowed, dual-optics confused. ​

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[SILVERSMOKE]

The sandy hollow had always been a second home for the Lead Warrior, far enough away from the camp to avoid unnecessary conversations, close enough to be able to run back should anything be amiss. Though hunger and sickness swarmed through their camp like angry bees, his usual 'hangout' spot was ripe with activity, a fact that was equal parts relieving and infuriating to the tom. Relieving that the clan was taking the threat of rogues seriously, infuriating that he would be pushed further into the territory if he wanted to practice in solitude. Seated at the edge of the sandpit, Silversmoke's odd eyes glowered intently at those who had chosen to train there that day, searching for weaknesses in their movements that he had to capitalise upon and turn into a lesson. There would always be something, the Lead Warrior himself knew he moved too much on the battlefield; a tempest, or a raging river, just to try and keep his opponents in his good eye. New voices caused his tufted ears to twitch and the spotted tabby turned his head a smidge, claws sinking into the sand at Nightfish's suggestion.

'Whose clan got defeated again?'. Kaede suggested that the other might've meant training, it made sense, but Nightfish's casual wording still caused the Lead Warrior's tail to puff out. He looked the RiverClanner up and down before his attention shifted back to his own clanmates. "You couldn't." A large, well-trained warrior absolutely could slap a SkyClanner if they wanted to and the chimera fit the bill, but the promise of a challenge had presented itself; Silversmoke would answer in a heartbeat if it meant being the one who trained instead of the trainer. Mentoring could be a stagnating thing, if one only taught an apprentice everything they knew then they would never surpass the one who taught them, only become their equal. RiverClan was different, and had different techniques, ones that SkyClan's more peaceful ideals had denied him from seeing. "They'd be on you in an instant. Best stick to slapping fish then fighting your saviours."

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