I just wanted a little more time // Frost


from neverland
Jul 8, 2022

Riverclan had grown quite a bit in the last few weeks of its formation. Many cats from all over seemed to be enthralled with the idea of a colony ranging from the simplest of kittypets to hardened rogues, even loners seemed interested it. While it had taken a few days, and a whole lot of convincing, Raccoon had made their ranks in the colony alongside their little make shift family of Buck and Caraway. While Buck seemed less than enthused about the idea, Raccon looked to the positive side of things- as always. It was going to be easier to feed themselves now with other cats to help out, they wouldn't be cold in the winter time and could still be by the river. That is what mattered most to the black and whtie cat- the river.

It'll always be their home, no matter what may happen and no amount of cats could ever push them out. So when the threat of the clan had arisen, the most logical standpoint would be to join rather than fight. Could three little rogues even take on as many cats that had come? Probably not. Buck would've died trying, though, Raccoon knew that much about it. Today, though, had been a rather- calm evening. The sun had started to set upon the land, not a single cloud could be seen from where they stood, and they had a little idea in their noggin. They wanted to show these new found clanmates of theirs their home. Why they loved it so much, why they could never leave and what it had to offer. Maybe even teach a few how to swim! Or fish, that was also one of their favorite activites. If it had to do with the river, then Raccon was surely a natural at it.

So, Raccoon has organized a little- get together with some of their clanmates. Having invited them to their favorite part of the river, the falls. It wasn't like a massive waterfall, it was a small little dribble of a waterfall. It was slow moving like the river itself and tumbled over stones covered with moss, but it had a great advantage point. One could see all of the river territory from it and even into the oak forest beyond it. Their favorite part of the hill-like fall was the view of the sun as it began to set. The forest cleared here to reveal the moorlands more, leading down into a gorge, and the twolegplace beyond that and even further was the mountains. The sun set beyond the mountains and painted the sky with brilliant shades of crimson, rose and orange like their own eyes.

Though something settled in their stomach, would cats show up? It was a ways outside of camp and they had only told a few in hopes it would've been spread around to others at least. Raccoon was a loner after all and they seemed weary of outside cats, but yet they had a little bit of hope. Someone had to show up right? Even if it was just Buck or Caraway, it would've been something. Someone would enjoy the sunset with them, they knew it.