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[TURTLEDOVE]

12 moons ago, Turtledove had been born in leaf-fall. From what others told her, the frost that covered the ground this leaf-fall was odd. She had no true bearings on why this was so odd or what a true leaf-fall looked like, but she trusted her clan and was putting every effort she could think of into preparing for leafbare. She was hunting, teaching others how to spar, and anything else that she thought they would need for the coming season. Obviously whatever RiverClan had one last season worked because she could not remember one day of her kithood where she was hungry.

Strong legs pushed through the current and Turtledove stood over the decaying goose on the riverbed. If it had been fresher, she would have claimed it as prey, but the maggots were having their way with the breast of the beast. She wrinkled her nose at the sight and pulled the wing off. Good nest material, she thought, dragging the wing to where Valesight stood. "This'll be nice!" She said, petting the feathers with her paw. "I still feel bad I couldn't get anything for the medicine den. Moonbeam looked so sad."

Her mind moved to the newer medicine cat, Robinheart, and her relationship to Valesight. "Oh hey! The other day Robinheart was looking at me real weird. You don't think I did anything to upset her?" She had an idea of what might be the problem, but she wanted to see if the pair had talked about it previously. RiverClan is not a large clan. Word spreads fast. Turtledove had been on hunting patrol with some of the apprentices and they could not stop giggling. When she cornered them and asked about it, the pair only snickered and said something about Valesight warming her nest. It had thrown her off initially, but the she-cat had assumed it was something the apprentices were imagining. That was until she spotted Robinheart giving her an odd look the other day in camp. She hoped Valesight had a better idea about it than her.

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc: @valesight ➶ back written before the sunningrocks fight
  
  rolled a 15 for material gathering :)
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 13 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!

 

[valesight ➶]

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He couldn't help but admire her comfortability in the water... even with as cold as it had become, he would never imagine himself wading so confidently through it. Meadow-shaded eyes watch her, trace the ripples of the dappling of her coat and how it traces toned muscle and powerful strokes. She's impressive... not too unalike a juicy fish anyone would be hungry to sink their teeth into. His ear twitches, watching the careful precision of her movements as she tears at a long-dead goose. "Shame we found it too late to bring it back as a meal," he meows with a soft sigh. What he wouldn't give for something so decadent and filling as that fatty meat...

His gaze follows the movements of her paws, respectfully listening to her so he doesn't interrupt... even in her long pauses, he waits to be sure... ever the observer and so rarely the twittering bird himself. Eventually she prompts him about Robinheart, which is an interesting jump from one of his close friends to another. His head tilts, curious and concerned at once... what does she mean by weird?

He hums thoughtfully, to let her known she is heard and that he is just thinking... before lifting a paw to wave during his small explanation, his theory: "No, no... what could you have done to upset her?" He reaches his nose to touch her cheek, awkwardly pulling away as if he'd just crossed some sort of boundary without thinking about it. Like he'd trespassed on her territory. "Uhh..." His paws shuffle nervously, aware of some less than comfortable rumors that had been circulating when he'd been home from the Gathering... "I... I heard... she was defending us... about some not-so-polite suggestions."

He grows flustered, reminded of the spotlight cast on the two- they were just friends, after all. "That dark-furred pair of mollies thought we might be... more than friendly. All because we've been talking!" Incredulous, really, his voice raising to a shrill, nervous squeak.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fifteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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