no angst right here, right now — feast

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail trails back into a camp to cats purring, and sharing prey and tongues amongst each other. The moon shines upon the camp in the night sky, and Silverpelt twinkles brightly.... their ancestors must be filled with pride over their victory. He knew it was pretty late to go hunting, and some might've wondered where he, or for that matter Splashdance, were when Hazecloud made the celebration announcement. Truly, they didn't intend to miss it— but the night is young, and the celebration has only begun. Plus, he has a feeling they'll quickly make up for it.... as they trail over to the prey pile with additional prey.

Foxtail limps over to the prey pile, a vast salmon in his maw. His wound from the battle continues to heal, but he managed to swipe it out of the river without getting wet. So, he's still taking it easy, per Moonbeam's orders, right? He drops his catch on the pile, and glances over at his clanmate. Splashdance's catch is just as impressive, and possibly even more than his own. Hers put up more of a fight— a catfish.

"...We b-brought back a feast!" Foxtail purrs out, his tail swishing behind him. "Dig in!"

He knows he wants a bite of that salmon, that's for sure!​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• @splashdance but no need to wait <3
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• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  25 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[Hawkcloud]

Hawkcloud's leaf-colored eyes light up when she spots her littermate passing through the reeds into camp, the gleam of moonlight catching on the shimmering scales of the salmon he carries. Her heart swells with pride at the sight of Foxtail, his gait uneven due to his injury, yet determined — his prize clutched firmly in his jaws. Hawkcloud rises from where she'd been chatting alongside their other Clanmates, crossing the frosty ground to meet him after he announces his and Splashdance's catch. "You're back!" the she-cat calls, her voice warm with an excitement that she hasn't felt in a good while. From the final dredges of her mourning, to the hardships their Clan has endured with the unpredictable ferocity of nature and the claim over their territory, Hawkcloud only now feels as though everything might be alright again. "Great job, both of you," she goes on, nodding towards Splashdance, eyes wide and shining as she admires their impressive fresh-kill.

Hawkcloud's gaze returns to her brother, lingering on the strain in his posture. She knew he was still recovering, and yet his stubborn spirit shone brighter than ever. Padding closer, she brushes against the fur of her littermate's cheek affectionately with her own, before turning to draw his attention to the amassed prey. "Come on, you're not thinking of leaving your salmon for someone else, are you?" she teases, nudging his side gently. She's glad that the tomcat had arrived in time to participate in the evening's festivities, worried for a bit that Foxtail would be missing it the longer the moon had climbed into the sky and he hadn't returned. "You deserve the first bite," she tells him genuinely, before beginning to bounce a bit on her paws. "And you should share the rest with me!" Hawkcloud adds on, dissolving into giggles as she does. The moon gleaming above is as cold in the night sky as ever, but Hawkcloud feels warm for tonight.​

 

[SUNSPARK]

"There you are! I was looking for you, seriously," Sunpaw grumbles at the sight of her mentor. How embarrassing too, she had called for him before for once, trying to be a good apprentice, and he hadn't even been in camp? Ugh. And they've even come back with enough prey to make this celebration really something special. Splashdance too, with a fish that Sunpaw has to stare at for several seconds before it registers what it actually is. A catfish? That's an impressive catch, least of all when it's as cold as it is in the river.

"That salmon even looks better than the one I grabbed," she adds in a tiny whine that could only be described as grumpy. She can't even lay claim to it, because Hawkcloud is already stepping forward to make the joke about taking it and she exhales sharply as she glances back to her mentor. "...Good catch." And since Hawkcloud already said it, she only adds on mildly. "Eat something. The elders and kits already have."​

 

[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- "stars, look at that thing," carawaysong mutters in awe as she glances over the impressive catfish and salmon added to the pile. she was halfway convinced that everyone could take two bites from each and there would still be some left over.

"nice job!" she chirps, green gaze flicking briefly over foxtail and splashdance. already full from the earlier festivities, the warrior did not take from this bounty. if anything, it was a show of hope. riverclan had not lost its will with the rapidly dropping temperature. her tail twitches happily as she settles into the fray, looking around for one of her littermates to drag over. if they didn't see it for themselves, carawaysong doubted they would believe her.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
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[Warblerpaw.]

UH OH, UH OH, UH OH,
YOU MADE A MISTAKE ​

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Stomach rumbles at the sight of prey - the pile full for once, even if he understands in the back of his mind that it will likely not last. But he doesn't hesitate much when they're told to dig in- Sunpaw is right, and those in more need have already eaten. Paws tread forwards carefully to check whats there - ears twitching happily as he snatches up a smaller fish, content to tuck himself away on the sidelines to enjoy his meal in silence. He would not turn away company should it be offered - but in truth, Warblerpaw doesn't find himself particularily close to any of his clanmates.

— uh oh, you better run away now

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• ♩​♬♪♫​ — Warblerpaw suffers from multiple speech impediments, including selective mutism. He is more often then not non-verbal, and will react in visual ways such as body language or gestures to compensate for this. Situations which induce anxiety are more likely to cause a shut-down for him, and even when verbal he deals with a stutter and aphasia. ​

 

[PIKESPLASH]

I can't help but agree! This will feed a good lot of us! The exhaustion ebbs away at the sheer sight of their haul. Dare say he was ready to swim laps through the frigid river after a bit or two. Oh, how the lack of food had gotten to him. Leaf Bare was always difficult, but this one had seemed far brutal than the one before. As much as they were doing okay with materials and keeping warm, their bellies were rumbling. I guess... Being cold is worse. We wouldn't have the energy to go out to hunt, and we'll get sick easily. Food is nice though...

The silver tom shakes his head and approaches the group. He feels nothing but pride in regards to his daughter bringing back a massive catfish. A cat born in Shadowclan and raised there for some time, before leaving it all behind to become a Riverclanner. To be honest, it was difficult to say she was not one. Yes, she was as graceful in the waters as many clan born warriors. However, he would not forget nor erase her origins completely. Ferndance, you would be proud. "Looks like I have nothing to worry about when I decide to retire to the elders den," he jokes.

By no means is he going to retire or ask any time soon, but he is happy to see the younger warriors thrive. My time will be over soon. It's a thought that's been lingering on his mind more often. He supposes it is only natural. After all, many of his friends were among the stars. Few were around his age. The torch was going to be passed, he feels it in his bones. Fear? There is none. For all their faults, the younger warriors are just as fierce and compassionate. A bright future in Riverclan awaits them. "Hmmm... I think I'll take a bite from that nice Catfish you got here. If there's some left!" Yeah... Things will be okay.​

 

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• She ought to be grateful that there are none so foolish as she had been, to sit fussing over a queen freshly pressed into the nursery with too-tiny kits in the most frigid months. Those that stay in that warmth now are grown enough now to not freeze with the slightest breeze... Her gaze lifts heavensward with a sort of self-pitying smile, trying to imagine what Snowflakekit might've looked like if he'd lived to see this moon. Would he have Eveningpaw's pale coloring? Or something a little darker, like Horizonpaw?
  
  Foxtail calls the clan to a great bounty, pulling her from useless wondering with a small exhale of relief. Food... and plenty to settle the rumbling bellies that might yet be worried about getting their fill. Maybe it's habit that encourages her to find Pikesplash's side, lingering there with a shared sense of pride. They both understood their positions... their roles as a generation slowly moving towards their sunset. Every season their youngers survived and thrived meant they might be able to see their unexpected nightfall with certainty that the things left behind might be alright without them.
  
  "You're not... retiring... anytime soon," she murmurs, glancing towards him with a small smile.
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[pebbletail]

(☼) sunset eyes track the movement of foxtail as he pads into camp, a great catch swinging from his jaws. pride in his former mentor sparks inside of pebbletail, a grin finding its way onto the white-patched face as the young warrior moves toward the scene. "that's a huge catch, foxtail!" he praises, tail tip twitching, mouth watering slightly. he can feel the pang of hunger in his belly, a rumbling too loud to ignore. moving in behind the orange and white tom, splashdance approaches, a catfish in her jaws. pebbletail offers his friend a smile as well, although it is more strained than it usually is. "good one, splashdance" he comments, and turns away. pikesplash approaches his daughter, lichenstar padding up close behind. pebbletail sidles up to his mother, rasping his tongue across her torn ear. "neither are you," he tells her, gaze serious, but lighthearted.

lichenstar's life has been on the line countless times in the past moon. the early frost, the hunger, the battle for sunningrocks - their leader is exhausted. loosing life after life does that to a cat, pebbletail suspects. "care to share with me, mom?" breathing in her comforting scent, the warrior tips his head. "there's a big trout still on the pile!"

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 12 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[splashdance]

"Thank you," she had said to Foxtail when he agreed to leave camp with her. Little had been said between them on their journey to the river, and she wanted it that way as much as possible; as much as she respected the tom, she could not unleash onto him the troubles of her mind. The distraction he helped provide was more than enough. Eventually they each found a sizeable catch and waddled their way back to camp with their prizes.

Cats greeted them enthusiastically, and Splashdance smiled accordingly, glad that her reputation as a great huntress has hardly failed her yet. Her father's approach parted her lips with a gasp, "You're not that old!" She exclaimed, though she could not say the same for Lichenstar. It's a brief thought, just as her old friend approaches Foxtail, of if they'd see their leader retire or die. Not tonight, she thinks. Pebbletail turns to her and lends her a stiff congratulatory phrase. She nods back. Not tonight.

He looks to his mother, opting to share with her. She takes the reprieve and moves forward, grasping the catfish back between her teeth. "Let's bring this to the medicine den," she tells her father, bumping her shoulder to his. "Moonbeam and Robinheart - they must be starving!"​

 

[GILLSIGHT]

" Oh! " Gillsight can't help the way his stomach growls at the bounty the hunting patrol brings in. What a blessing this is — a break in bleak leaf-bare, a full fresh-kill pile. The black and white tom thinks this might be the first time he's felt... content...? under leaf-bare's nearing grasp. The warrior pads over to greet the returning patrol with a dip of his head, golden eyes gleaming at the sight of the large fish they bring in. Great catches — RiverClan won't go hungry tonight. " S-Save some f-for the r-rest of us! " he jests, an inkling of a smile on the scarred warrior's maw. StarClan knows he'd love to catch a fish that big!
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[Blackwater]

Finding a decent meal was few and far between these days, the chill of leafbare come much too soon warding off prey and predators alike, the river susceptible to freezing over entirely at the height of the season. At best, you'd be forced to scour the banks for something much less satisfying, and at worst you'd be forced to return back to camp with empty jaws and a starving belly. Though on occasion one could exceed expectations either by luck or raw skill no matter how intense the weather may or may not be.

Foxtail's haul was one to marvel at, and marvel the clan did- they were clearly pleased, a crowd quickly forming around him as he presented the fruits of his labor. Blackwater was impressed, his praise apparent in the way he offered the lead warrior a subtle smile and tilt of his head. The silver tom would hang back for some time, allowing those before him to take their share- the clan came first after all, always- but he certainly did not show much hesitation once his turn rolled around, tearing off a sizeable chunk of whatever was left for himself. With a languid glance around the bustling clearing, he would slink away into a much more secluded area to enjoy his meal in peaceful solitude.

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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.