slide to the left // slippery

[Duckweedsplash.]

' OH WHAT A SHAME, '
NOW IT DON'T LOOK THE SAME​

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duckweedsplash & 22 moons & male & he/him & riverclan warrior ​

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" It'll be nice to hunt at sunningrocks again, won't it? " comes cheery voice as the tom ables along, soot-stained paws weaving a careful path through the reeds. It's been far to long since Sunningrocks belonged to riverclan - and Duckweedsplash is not immune to the raised spirit of the event, even if it had come with it's own loses. Green eyes turned to his nearest clanmate however, it's too late to notice the mistake before it happens - the slick sheen of dark ice against the ground the only warning before paws tumble right out from beneath him with a yelp. Theres a moment of shock - of humiliation, and the urge to cry - before the tom takes a sharp breath and laughs, hoping to play off his embarrassment with a grin. " Watch your step! "

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T H A T ━ O N E ' S ━ J U S T ━ A ━ W E E D

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// ❆ As temperatures continue to drop, the resulting frost is no joke. Watch out - the icy ground is slippery!

 

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- "Sure, whatever."

The less enthusiastic grumble from Pinepaw is cold, the light tension in her voice from physical discomfort would be obvious to a blind cat. Still, the medicine den was closing in around her, and it was only her eye that was freshly wounded, after all- her paws still worked fine.

What Pinepaw hadn't been anticipating on her little less-than-ideal outing was the amount of ice that would now coat the ground; even in camp, it had been almost treacherous. A newly blinded cat had no business being out in such conditions, but what choice did Pinepaw have? it was either this or Moonbeam would be getting her disgusting herbs stuffed down her throat. At least, that's how the tortoiseshell would justify herself when it was time to answer for her choices.

It isn't she who slips though, but the chatty Duckweedsplash. The sudden movement only makes Pinepaw lean backwards, unable to see just what was happening until she turned her head to look at the embarrassed warrior. Watch your step. He laughs his mistake off with a grin, and Pinepaw only grunts as she looks away, trying not to internalize the hurtful irony in the tom's light-hearted warning. "Uh-huh."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Riverclan gaining Sunningrocks once more is truly a joyous moment in Beefang's life and the fact that they would be able to hunt on that territory once more is what causes a warmth to spark within her chest that even the cold could not extinguish. Her lone eye glances in the direction of Duckweedsplash as he speaks and Beefang simply gives a curt nod of agreement, her ruined ear flicking at the grumble that seems to leave Pinepaw though she can imagine how uncomfortable the victory had been considering that her sire had been a Thunderclanner of all things.

It takes all her power to stifle a snort and a surprised blink of her molten eye turns to the dark warrior behind him as he seems to lose his footing as he warns the two of them so that they watch their step, a concerned frown pulls at her lips and a nonexistent eyebrow lifts as he seems to laugh away his embarassment. Her own pride would be punctured if such a thing happened to her during a patrol and Beefang speaks in a monotone voice "You alright?" Hopefully, he didn't hurt himself with the fall and she straightens her posture only to heed his warning of watching her step but she does it very nonchalantly, she wouldn't fall that's for certain.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 17 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

Slippery ground is not a rarity for the clan of the waters, often, the rocky banks of the rivers get slick when fishing and as long as you know where you're placing your paws, everything should be fine. Slippery in terms of ice is different, and as Duckweedsplash slips in a truly spectacular way, Merlinpaw digs his claws into the ground a little harder in attempt to keep stable footing.

"...noted," they say in response to the warning. Beyond that... there isn't much thought given to the warrior's fall. Perhaps that's cold of him, but if he's fine enough to joke he's fine enough to continue this hunt by Merlinpaw's standards.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  #6360c4
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 11 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[shellpaw]

shes watching the birds. what few there are, at least — trailing pinepaw's side with paws quiet as the frozen river. duckweedsplash's voice reverberates in small, quirked ears and shellpaw gives a little hum of agreement she doesn't really feel. sunningrocks had been lost long before she'd been born, and although mistybird insisted riverclan had owned them long before, the lilac girl had always thought them thunderclan property, " how — how long has it been, again? " she asks airily, curiously, casting her gaze across the way towards the jut of sunningrocks.

it was her fatal mistake. the ground is cold, damp with melting blizzard and ice and by the time petalsoft paws land on it, she cannot stop. there is a thud in front of her, but her eyes remain locked on the way her stout limbs scrabble and grasp for perch. she slips, slides, away from pinepaw, struggles to right herself as her gaunt form goes gliding over a particularly slick spot . . before she finally, blessedly falls — right over the fallen tom's back.

embarrassment burns her ears for the umpteenth time, maw parting on a wild, " oh stars im sorry, duckweedsplash! hold on, let me — " she rights her paws beneath her . . and once again, cannot find the frictions. one leg goes flying upwards, and with a heavy knock of air from her lungs, she falls back over the warrior once again. duckweed's pelt feels wet against hers from the fall and slide, and she is unable to help the frantic, astounded laugh that barks from her maw. at this point, maybe the ground would just open up and swallow her whole, " sorry! im going to get up, i'm getting up — "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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• SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. FOURTEEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing and coughing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

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