Heart shaped sunglasses || Fishing fail || Intro

[Morningfrost]

⁺₊⋆ .｡❅ ⋆⁺ .｡❅₊ The mostly black tom glided through the calm water with practiced precision, his tail bobbing in and out of the water. A cool breeze russled the bit of exposed fur not on the water, a gentle reminder that leaf fall is coming.

A glimmer of scales catches his eye, and he inwardly groans; this was supposed to be just a leisurely swim to clear his mind, nothing more. He wanted to ignore it and carry on, but his old mentor would box his ears if she'd known he had passed up an opportunity.

Morningfrost pivoted in the water and dove under the waves, grabbing on to the carp's tail and pulling it up towards the surface. Just as he took a breath of air, the fish reared its head up, knocking him hard against his jawbone.

He hissed in pain as his nails glided off the scales. The carp slips away from his grasp, flailing along the surface, heading downstream. Morningfrost swam after it, but there was already a strong distance between them. At least the carp hadn't noticed the cats swimming where it’s heading.

"There is an injured fish heading toward you on your left!"

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  Morningfrost — He/They ･ 13 moons ･ RiverClan warrior

  ☀︎ A stone faced chronically tired tortoiseshell with a heart of gold.​

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong takes a relaxing swim down the stream, unbeknownst of her clanmate doing the same. there was some splashing in her ears, a struggling carp between morningfrost's jaws. she watched it contort, bending just perfectly to slap the young warrior across the face.

her jaw falls slightly, corners of her mouth twitched upward in brewing amusement. but suddenly, things weren't so funny anymore. cause this fish bit back and it was drawing closer at an impressive speed. "towards me?" carawaysong echoes out, tilting her muzzle down to make sure it wasn't going to barrel right into her before she had the chance to defend herself. she couldn't just let it go, after her serenity was disturbed she practically deserved to feast on the perpetrator.

situating her hind legs on some rock, she dips underwater, darting forward to sink her claws into soft scales. still, it fights to escape. and when carawaysong breaches the water again, there's a small frown on her face. with taut shoulders, she drags it to the bank, keeping a black paw firmly on its body so the thing couldn't flop away. "s'feisty." she puffs, water slinging from wet lips. even now it flopped against her hold, but there was no way she was putting her face by that thing after what it did to morningfrost.

WELCOME TO THE STORM ˎˊ───‎ ༺ I AM THUNDER‎ ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  " ALL THE STONES AND KINGS OF OLD ⚔︎
  
  WILL HEAR US SCREAMING AT THE COLD "
  
  

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang isn't far from the other two warriors and the hiss that slips from Morningfrost alerts her that something hasn't gone right, her lone eye snapping over to the water as the young warrior warns Carawaysong about the approaching carp. The tabbied molly dips into the water without much hesitation only to breach as she brings the catch onto the bank where a paw settles onto the fish that still struggles to be free. "Nice teamwork." The bicolored molly praises with a faint smile pulling at the sides of her mouth and she approaches to eye the carp then the two warriors though her lone eye focuses onto Morningfrost for a heartbeat longer "Are you alright? I heard you hiss..." If it had been a serious injury then the tortoiseshell would likely need to see Moonbeam about it but she doubts that a squirming fish would do much damage.

"But if you're alright... We should definitely try catching some more fish," Her feathery tail swept behind her as she draws closer to the waters edge trying to ignore her reflection only to turn her head to both warriors seeing if they'd be interested in such. "We could see who catches the most fish." Beefang offers a toothy grin that only lasts for a quick heartbeat and she thinks about the possibility of bragging rights, she knows that she isn't the best at hunting especially due to her permanent disability. She's best at fighting but still her eye lingers on the water wondering if she could catch a few minnow for Moonbeam and something else for the queens in the nursery.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[splashdance]

Even with her tourney win beneath the ruff of her fur, Splashdance doesn't boast her skill. While she doesn't believe it to be by chance that she won (she worked hard to be recognized,) she still knows that luck plays into one's ability still. The way the water ripples and folds or - just how snappy the fish is, like in Morningfrost's situation. The prospect of a competition lights a spark of excitement in her eyes, still.

"Is there a prize?" she chirps, a toothy grin forming to her expression. She'd participate regardless, but it would help her to focus if she was able to see an end goal beyond feeding the nursery or elder's den. Even if it was just... moving her nest slightly closer to the inner circle of the warrior's den, maybe. Her gaze falls to Beefang, however, as she notes the she-cat would have no stake in that game. Odd, too, how she cares for her fellow warriors when she tends to be noncommittal and distant. Maybe she's turned a new leaf with the change of seasons.

"Whoever catches the least amount of fish -" she posits, her tail lashing behind her as she discards her former thoughts, "- has to volunteer for dawn patrol...!"​

 

[pebbletail]

(☼) "good save, carawaysong!" the cheerful voice of a blue tabby tomcat echoes across the sparkling waves. he crouches along the bank next to splashdance, water lapping at his paws. one of the benefits of being an older apprentice seems to be that he is now allowed to go hunt with whomever he wishes, as long as they are of warrior age. he finds himself enjoying the gentle banter and laughter between the young warriors, only a few moons ahead of him. it's something he finds himself looking forward to more as the moon unfolds. in one more cycle, he will truly be one of them.

his friend pricks her ears as beefang suggests a competition, and pebblepaw will blink playfully at the girl. "always up for a race, huh?" he teases, blinking ember eyes at the white-dashed she-cat. "i'll participate, though i think splash should have a handicap. she won the last competition!" it's a joking suggestion, poking good-naturedly at the skill of his best friend. she suggests a punishment rather than a prize, and pebblepaw wrinkles his nose.

"if i have to volunteer for dawn patrol, i think foxtail will have my tail," he quips, flexing his shoulders and allowing the sunlight to warm his slightly damp pelt. "but i won't loose, so i don't mind."

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 11 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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