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this is the official riverclan arrival thread! in this thread, cats will find camp and establish dens but will remain in three sections ; warriors, youths, and the nursery. as ranks are established so will official dens! after this thread has been posted you are more than welcome to post your own introduction / joining threads. furthermore, this will also mark the beginning of riverclan's two - week grace period ; on august first, cicada will be throwing the clan into isolation and any further joiners will be looked at with heavy suspicion, as well as any former kittypets being immediately turned away.
− ♱ ABOUT : the sun was brilliant. golden shades of greenleaf shining down on crystalline waters that lap gently at time - worn rocks, beckoning life to its all - sustaining waves. the lush greenery was alight with prey and predator alike, lurking beneath shade cast from rows of looming beech trees and parting sedge to dip their paws into the rushing river. the water babbles gently over jagged, white sun - bleached boulders ripe for bathing on, shells studding the soil beneath shallow, bubbling rivulets. zephyr grazes river reeds and cattail, twisting along the lengthening, dew - studded tongues of grass that stem from fertile, hydrated soil. paws already come back damp from the recents of a season - wrought shower, earthworms coiling against land as they seek their burrowed homes once more. dirt piles into the space between defined knuckles, rounded paws dark, claws dirtied ; he feels a martyr offering his weak heart, his residence, his farewell to normalcy. moisture gathers in the dips of his collarbone, hidden beneath thick bicolored curls of his coat, and he figures if there had been one thing to stay the same after the end, it was the weather. beauty thrummed in each crook of their new home, each wave of flora riverwind - blown an invitation into the blue - green depths.
they were really doing this. the colonies had split, with five leaders taking their stands ; thunderclan, windclan, skyclan, shadowclan, and their very own riverclan. briar has remained leader of the newly dubbed shadowclan, what warriors of hers from the marsh colony that remained lingering back to pick up the pieces. he was glad -- he admired the woman still, her ability to lead proven time and time again, hare whiskers memory laced heavy in each of her actions. she meant well for her family, and those who remained in the newly dubbed shadowclan would pick up the pieces left behind easily under her guide. soot had been the one to take up the moorlands ; windclan. the blue smoke was an opinionated feline, though he supposed she would make just as good a leader, if not an overstrict one. perhaps that was what they needed. the smoke's lips pursed in thought, memories of sal's declaration of moor rabbit flashing heavy behind his minds eye. perhaps she'd been right. maybe there was enough rabbit to feed a group ; certainly one with less mouths to feed than the colonies had had. his heart ached at the thought of the grey woman, her form ravaged with loss ; once a fiery spirit now watered down with grief.
cicada winced, casting his blue luminaries towards the diamond sky, the beginning hues of dusk gripping brilliant shades in splashes of indigo. he walks alongside the younger members of his newfound group as they traverse the stone studs jaggedly dotting the water, crystalline liquid soaking through the curls that line his slim forelimbs. the twoleg bridge was bustling with activity, the overpowering smells of crisping meat and food wafting heavy from the nearby park where the no - furs vocalized loudly, pitching their colored disks back and forth, baring their teeth at each other in what he could only assume was playful aggression. he ensured his cats avoided them at all costs, taking the sturdy, leaping way towards the drained island to further do so. the water was low, however ; most adults would be able to traverse the river up to their shoulders at the deepest part, toes still able to find the pebbled ground just beneath bubbling waves. he wished only the best for those he left behind ; soot, briar, salamander, bone. he wanted the bicolored molly to accompany him desperately, and maybe . . he would succeed in doing so. he would go back for final goodbyes, and in doing so, he would find her . . he had to.
quiet was a different story. the marshes were their home, and while he ached to pick her up by their scruff and carry them alongside the banks running over with new beginnings, he could not force them. besides, the pine colony cats that had followed in his footsteps, he didn't trust yet. the smoke couldn't risk them being in such close proximity, especially after . . the fourtrees incident.
“ carefully, over the stones. we shouldn’t be much further. “ the accented tom speaks, a smile coming to curve his rubber black maw, gaze fixing on the cats crossing the stone pathway. youth, as well as those who sought only to keep their paws dry. he would say nothing, their presence living amongst the river confusing but understandable almost consecutively. the rushing body of water was a near unlimited source of food and protection. their drained land lie just beyond the smooth rocks and shimmering waters, thick roots and reeds twined to form formations that, with a little work, could be shaped into sturdy dens. grasslike plant suddenly begins to take form in his vision and his ears perk, the wispy stalks meaning only one thing, " there, just beyond that sedge lies our new life. our riverclan. "
− ♱ ABOUT : the sun was brilliant. golden shades of greenleaf shining down on crystalline waters that lap gently at time - worn rocks, beckoning life to its all - sustaining waves. the lush greenery was alight with prey and predator alike, lurking beneath shade cast from rows of looming beech trees and parting sedge to dip their paws into the rushing river. the water babbles gently over jagged, white sun - bleached boulders ripe for bathing on, shells studding the soil beneath shallow, bubbling rivulets. zephyr grazes river reeds and cattail, twisting along the lengthening, dew - studded tongues of grass that stem from fertile, hydrated soil. paws already come back damp from the recents of a season - wrought shower, earthworms coiling against land as they seek their burrowed homes once more. dirt piles into the space between defined knuckles, rounded paws dark, claws dirtied ; he feels a martyr offering his weak heart, his residence, his farewell to normalcy. moisture gathers in the dips of his collarbone, hidden beneath thick bicolored curls of his coat, and he figures if there had been one thing to stay the same after the end, it was the weather. beauty thrummed in each crook of their new home, each wave of flora riverwind - blown an invitation into the blue - green depths.
they were really doing this. the colonies had split, with five leaders taking their stands ; thunderclan, windclan, skyclan, shadowclan, and their very own riverclan. briar has remained leader of the newly dubbed shadowclan, what warriors of hers from the marsh colony that remained lingering back to pick up the pieces. he was glad -- he admired the woman still, her ability to lead proven time and time again, hare whiskers memory laced heavy in each of her actions. she meant well for her family, and those who remained in the newly dubbed shadowclan would pick up the pieces left behind easily under her guide. soot had been the one to take up the moorlands ; windclan. the blue smoke was an opinionated feline, though he supposed she would make just as good a leader, if not an overstrict one. perhaps that was what they needed. the smoke's lips pursed in thought, memories of sal's declaration of moor rabbit flashing heavy behind his minds eye. perhaps she'd been right. maybe there was enough rabbit to feed a group ; certainly one with less mouths to feed than the colonies had had. his heart ached at the thought of the grey woman, her form ravaged with loss ; once a fiery spirit now watered down with grief.
cicada winced, casting his blue luminaries towards the diamond sky, the beginning hues of dusk gripping brilliant shades in splashes of indigo. he walks alongside the younger members of his newfound group as they traverse the stone studs jaggedly dotting the water, crystalline liquid soaking through the curls that line his slim forelimbs. the twoleg bridge was bustling with activity, the overpowering smells of crisping meat and food wafting heavy from the nearby park where the no - furs vocalized loudly, pitching their colored disks back and forth, baring their teeth at each other in what he could only assume was playful aggression. he ensured his cats avoided them at all costs, taking the sturdy, leaping way towards the drained island to further do so. the water was low, however ; most adults would be able to traverse the river up to their shoulders at the deepest part, toes still able to find the pebbled ground just beneath bubbling waves. he wished only the best for those he left behind ; soot, briar, salamander, bone. he wanted the bicolored molly to accompany him desperately, and maybe . . he would succeed in doing so. he would go back for final goodbyes, and in doing so, he would find her . . he had to.
quiet was a different story. the marshes were their home, and while he ached to pick her up by their scruff and carry them alongside the banks running over with new beginnings, he could not force them. besides, the pine colony cats that had followed in his footsteps, he didn't trust yet. the smoke couldn't risk them being in such close proximity, especially after . . the fourtrees incident.
“ carefully, over the stones. we shouldn’t be much further. “ the accented tom speaks, a smile coming to curve his rubber black maw, gaze fixing on the cats crossing the stone pathway. youth, as well as those who sought only to keep their paws dry. he would say nothing, their presence living amongst the river confusing but understandable almost consecutively. the rushing body of water was a near unlimited source of food and protection. their drained land lie just beyond the smooth rocks and shimmering waters, thick roots and reeds twined to form formations that, with a little work, could be shaped into sturdy dens. grasslike plant suddenly begins to take form in his vision and his ears perk, the wispy stalks meaning only one thing, " there, just beyond that sedge lies our new life. our riverclan. "
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− CICADA ; he / him, roughly thirty seven months old, leader of riverclan
− tall black smoke tortie chimera with icecap eyes and curly fur, homosexual
− speaks with a german accent, attack in #171717, penned by antlers
- none.
