Like Glitter | Misunderstanding

[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Mosspool was in a bit of a bad mood.

She was entitled to it though, she thought. It was perfectly sensible for her to feel like this. Still, it was making her a worse hunter than usual. As was proved when her heavy footfalls sent a mouse scurrying into its burrow just as she caught sight of it. She sighed in annoyance, standing up and turning away. Perhaps she would have better luck with fish, she thought, heading toward the river.

This hunting patrol wasn't even one she had planned to be on. Only as it had been leaving camp had she suddenly asked to join, so if she caught nothing it would be no great disappointment. Well, at least to everyone else, she would be a bit frustrated with herself.

Her ear flicked.

All of this because of one little comment. Really, her feelings should not be so easy to injure. She had joined the patrol because one of the older warriors had told her to "lighten up" but honestly she did not thing that she was that heavy. In her opinion she was quite thin already. Still, she was not one to question the opinion of her elders, so she set out to get some exercise.

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER･ 12 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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[RAVENSONG]

It was rare for the medicine cat to be seen outside of camp. He only ventured outside to gather herbs and there was less reason now since the frost had killed most of the most beneficial ones. His mind whirling with his own thoughts, he trod silently along the river bank with his apprentice in tow. He had stopped to make some remark to Moonpaw about the properties of goldenrod, thinking he would test her knowledge on the spot, but he paused when he spotted the hunting patrol traversing their path. He glanced along the length of the cats present, noticing Mosspool among them. Having not heard what had been said to her beforehand, Ravensong meant to only greet her in a friendly manner. He had missed her company after all.

"How's hunting going, Mosspool?" Ravensong inquired, nodding at Moonpaw to show that he would pause their lesson for a moment.


/ opt app tag @Moonpaw

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
While Lakemoon had yet to meet a clanmate bold enough to make her the butt of a joke to her face, the silvery tabby was well aware of her “up-tight” reputation.
It didn’t bother her, not all that much. While she was up before the sun fulfilling her responsibilities, Lakemoon could still hear the snores of those who cast side-long glances her way coming from the warriors den.
Her days as a dry-paw shone on snowy days like today as she snaked her way on top of a feathered meal, nipping its life to an end quickly.
The sound of Mosspool turning tail towards the light frosted river is quick to bring Lakemoons attention away from her prey, recalling how the young warrior had been roped into this patrol in the first place.
The lanky warrior had been displeased with her clanmates back-handed invite. Mosspool was good at handling all the new responsibilities given to her, she executed them well- why associate that with tension?
Burying her catch to return for it later, Lakemoon follows in the youths pawsteps. When Ravensong calls out to the other, Lakemoon quietly takes her own seat overlooking the rippling water. "We could team up, I bet we could catch more than the rest combined." Lakemoon would prompt after a moment, tone low and steady as azure optics would scan upstream. To Ravensong and Moonpaw, the stoic molly would offer a dip of her head.
"speech"​

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[Moonbeam]

While Ravensong stayed within the walls of camp more often than not, Moonpaw found herself wanting to venture out whenever possible, not wanting to miss the chance to see the territory outside of the small island that was camp. There wasn't much she could do in ways of apprentice duties for Ravensong in this weather other than learn about the herbs that he could only speak about, very rarely being able to show her what they looked like in the territory so she tagged along on patrols when allowed, someone who could help with smaller things or running to get help if there was something she couldn't do. Today however she was joined by her mentor and the white moggie pricked her ears as he spoke, asking about goldenrod and what uses it had and it took her a moment to think about it. It wasn't something that grew in RiverClan territory so she didn't think about it often, but when she had finally remembered she went to open her maw to answer only to quickly shut it upon seeing the others and watching as Ravensong spoke to Mosspool.

She looked towards Lakemoon as she spoke, offering the warrior a smile as the group lingered near the water. "Is it too much harder fishing in the cold?" She'd inquire, head tilting slightly as she did so. Of course it was harder to fish in the cold, but it wasn't impossible right?

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

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• MOONPAW formerly Ratpaw || NPC x NPC || sister to Rowanpaw || apprentice to Ravensong.
  -- She/Her || 9 moons old, ages every 17th
  -- smaller than average, small rounded ears. SH white masking cinnamon torbie with orange eyes.
  -- soft-spoken, often found humming, tries to comfort others by smiling

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