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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

"What? No."
The profound statement is quick to fly from the lead warriors lips as she stares incredulously at the apprentice in front of her.
While she knew little of the pale adolescent, it was becoming quite clear to the older warrior that she would no doubt make quite the head-strong warrior in a few short moons.
"Riverclanners do not simply just throw their kits in the river and they magically know how to swim, they are not baby birds." Her counter is said pointedly, and while Palepaw had seemed stubborn in her initial statement, the golden tabby hoped a touch of insight would open the young mollys mind.
"Where have you heard that from?" Roeflame prompts, curious to find the source of the gossip- a topic the small Thunderclanner had found herself wrestling with quite recently.
Stupid Mousenose.
Roeflame suppresses the urge to roll her eyes at the memory, attempting to shift her focus back onto the debate at paw. If Palepaw was still looking in her direction, the snowy apprentice would be placed under an expectant celadon gaze.

"speech"
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[PALEFIRE]

Anyone who knew Palepaw knew that the apprentice was quite skilled at arguing. She didn't like to be wrong and would keep fighting long past the point when she knew she wasn't going to win. In this particular instance, she was locked into a rather silly debate with Roeflame, during which the lead warrior was definitely making better points than she was, but she couldn't just give up now. She didn't want the older she-cat to think badly of her, so she kept digging the hole she'd dug herself into with this whole Riverclan kit debate.

"Well, if it weren't true, then how come they're so much better at swimming than us?" She blinked innocently up at the cinnamon and white feline, trying to ignore the rising doubt that she might end up looking like a mousebrain after all this. "Otherwise, wouldn't we be able to swim just as good as them? They have to be born knowing how to swim, it's the only way that makes sense.". The truth was, she genuinely had believed that logic when she'd heard it from another apprentice just yesterday; it made sense in her mind. Why else would the Riverclanners be so good at swimming? If they weren't born with that special ability, then that meant they were born just like the forest cats of Thunderclan, so why couldn't she swim that well?

Roeflame's sharp look when she asked who told her the false information made the young molly shrink back slightly, but she quickly rolled her shoulders back and shrugged in what she hoped came off as a nonchalant gesture. "Umm, I'm not really sure, I think I heard it during training the other day..." That part wasn't entirely a lie; she had heard it during a training session with the other apprentices, but she didn't want to blab and get her source in trouble. After all, Roeflame looked pretty irritated right now, so obviously, something she'd said had been wrong. Was that against the warrior code somehow? Would she get in trouble for lying?

 

[Flamestar]

She had been grooming her pelt nearby, when Roeflame's exclamation caught her attention. It wasn't her intentions to eavesdrop, but when she heard a statement about Riverclanners tossing their kits into the river to swim, she couldn't help but tune in. She pushed her front legs out in front of her, stretching them by digging her claws into the soft ground below. The flame hued tabby padded over, offering Roeflame a smile in greeting, before turning her gaze to Palepaw.

"Swimming is as much of a part of training in Riverclan, as hunting and fighting is here in Thunderclan. They depend on the river for their survival, we do not, which is why we do not learn to swim. Instead, we train our apprentices to learn how to hunt in our forest full of foliage. Our forest is much denser than the surrounding territories...While we were on the journey, we came upon a forest similar to ours. The other clans could not hunt as efficiently as us Thunderclanners could." ​

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 28 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[freckleflame]

like flamewhisker, freckleflame was simply lounging nearby. the darkness under her eyes had subsided slightly in the wake of being bestowed an apprentice — her brain breathing a simultaneous finally and wait are we ready not for the first time since their most recent meeting. an apprentice was something new — something exciting, something scary, something.. exhausting. she hears roeflame exclaim from where she lies in a half - crescent aside her, lifting her head with a berry pink tongue still poking from small, sharp forefangs, pulled abruptly from where she’d been lapping lazily at her scabbed foot wound. damned fox. regardless, a whatd she say? is clinging to her tongue, a wild glance sent her friends way so blatant she may as well have nudged the smaller molly with her shoulder at the same time.

soon, she’s snickering. flamewhisker is turning it into a history lesson and freckleflame finds herself unable to stifle her amusement, can’t help the gleam in her eye when she leans past the ginger molly to meow : ” don’t listen t’ them, those fishfaces are for sure throwing kits in the river. “ she says this somberly, only a twitching grin lifting her tone and betraying her sarcasm. she then stretches backwards in an arcing laze, letting her forearms stretch comfortably above her head to sun her belly fur in the weak morning light. when she continues, her eyes are closed, spinning her story with a grinning trill, ” its all the air in their heads makin’ ‘em float... thats why we call ‘em bubblebrains. the ones that managed t’ surface, at least. “

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. SEVENTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The talk of Riverclan draws the medicine cat apprentice over and both of his ears pricked forward, he can't help but feel amused much like Freckleflame as Flamewhisker mentions the lush forest that they had walked through during the journey. He nods to the younger warrior with whiskers twitching lightly before speaking with a grin of his own "Throwing kittens into the river? What happens to the kittens born during leaf-bare? The rivers frozen." The thought of little kittens being brought forth during the harshness and frigid cold of leaf-bare is rather ridiculous but sometimes cats did not think or simply wanted to start a fr family even at the worst of times. Maybe even an unexpected surprise. The molly continues to spin her tale of Riverclanners floating due to the air in their heads and this causes him to playfully roll his eyes, Hailstorm chuckles "Riverclanners are made for swimming than you and me. They have sleek coats while we do not. If I were to fall in the river, I would look like a drenched bush after a heavy rainstorm." The mental image itself causing a soft snort to leave him at the mental image of him being drenched from being in the river and wonders if his fur would keep him afloat.

He silently doubts it but that doesn't stop him from musing the thought itself in his mind and settles down near his clanmates noting the annoyance that seemed present on Roeflame's face, Hailstorm decides that he would ease the irritation from the lead warrior with a nod of his helm "But jesting aside, I'm sure they teach their kittens to swim early but not by throwing them in the river." A gentle smile present on his maw.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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