Out There || Vibing

Sep 15, 2022
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Yewberry didn't handle stress well. Ever since Emberfang was exiled, he ad been spending most of his time in a lavender bush. The pretty purple flowers eased his anxiety and helped him rest, think clearly.

Today, he left his bush and aimlessly wandered the area, ending up near the border with Thunderclan and Riverclan. He watched the waterfall and descended the path down beside it, looking into the other territories as he went.

The leaves were turning in Thunderclans territory, and the willows of Riverclan were turning yellow and swaying in the cold autumn breeze.

Willows were new to him. He rarely saw them, and he thought they were strange in a pretty way. He approached the water and looked into the river, all the while keeping to his side of the border.

But oh, how he wanted to explore. To see the world beyond the moors, to see nature in all it's beauty.

He watched the little fish swim around his paws, looked at the pretty stones under his feet. Perhaps he would take one back with him, put it in the lavender bush he favored.

He stepped out of the water and back onto dry land and settled down, tucking his paws underneath him and closing his eyes with content.

All the stress and anxiety of being a Windclan cat was gone for now.

(( Yewberry is at the border by riverclan and thunderclan! They r free to interact with him! ))
 

Normalcy- how could he dare to pretend it existed now? Hugging his form, suffocating him, was that terrible shadow of guilt and doubt. He should have followed Aunt Ember, forgotten about the Clans and everything that happened here, the gatherings, the stars, the- the Mother. But he could not. However much he felt guilty, in that moment he had not been able to abandon everything. What was it loyalty to? The moor? The Mother? Whatever it was, shadowed paws kept rooted to this territory for now- and owlish eyes of steel rove the territory, mind wandering as he walked.

There- a soaked beast- drowned in tears, perhaps? Mallowlark was not crying- no, he was laughing at the sight, thinking of how sad it all was, and how confused it all made him. And why, why was that making him laugh? That mewling, rising, distinctive dissonance- nyahahaha, breaking the peace. Toward the river-dipped cryptid- a figure he soon recognised as Yewberry- Mallowlark wandered, shadowed paws walking uneven steps, toppling with the laughter that wracked his form.

"Can you- HAH!" Wheezing discord burst from his throat, cackled out, shoved down again... "-eeeven swi-i-i-im in there?!" He dipped his head, wide eyes refusing to leave the other's face even as his body lurched with his giggling. "It'ssssss RiverClan's!"
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 
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"What Riverclan don't know won't hurt em', 'sides, the water's good for washing more than dirt away." Oliveshade had to take two steps for each of Mallowlark's cackle fueled pawsteps, her usual devil-may-care lilt trailing behind him and his broken squeaky toy shrillness. She swears she was bigger than him at some point, then she blinked and suddenly having long legs meant as much as the fur on a mouse's tail.

Yewberry, her poor, pitiful fellow tunneler...well...anyone with eyes or a nose could tell that the tom exuded doomsday with each level the tensions in the clan rose. If anyone needed a cold dip in the river it was him. "Your bleeding heart flitters like a hummingbird's wings Yew, 's gonna catch up to you one day." Though the observation would sound concerned coming from anyone else, its hard for most to ever tell how Olive means things like that. Her weird way of not caring, but appearing to look after people. She eventually makes herself comfortable when its clear Mallow won't trip and topple on his way over, paws dangling only slightly into the cold expanse of the river. "Yeesh, how the hell'd you even stand in this?" And just like that, the seeming softness was once again replaced by brashness.


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Ah, he had company. He turned to look at Mallowlark with a smile. He didn't often speak to him, but he did enjoy his presence.

"I wasn't going to go too deep!" He replied. Last thing he wanted was to get swept away and have to explain to riverclan or thunderclan why he washed up on their side of the river. What a conversation that would be.

Oliveshade joined them and he offered her the same welcoming smile. If riverclan got upset that he was in the water on his side of the river then......

Well. He would probably just apologize and run away, let's be real.

The comment about his bleeding heart made his smile fade a little. "I just think things can be settled with words and understanding.....It doesn't always have to end in violence...."

They weren't leaders. When they died, they died. They didn't come back. So it seemed pointless, maybe even cruel, to settle things by hurting each other. If the wounds didn't kill you, infection just might. Did others really deserve to die over disagreements and opinions?

Was he just too soft for clan life?

Or....

Was he too soft for Windclan?

The thought hit him like a rock and he was glad to be distracted by Oliveshade stepping into the water.

"Carefully." He chuckled. "I wanted to look at the rocks and the little fish... I don't usually come all the way out here.... It's nice. The leaves are really pretty in the other territories."