star light, star bright - intro, night swimming

[FOGSHORE]

Snow was less present he noticed, he didn't see it fall anymore only light drizzles on occasion; the clan was coated with mist or with morning dew. Though tonight he ventured out of camp, feeling the half-melted snow seep onto his pawpads. Pushing past reeds and sedge, paws taking him to the shoreline of a river. Rolling waves of sapphire; the moons shattered reflection ripples in the river below as do the stars overhead. The occasional wave splashes on his forepaws, as he craned his head forward looking down at the water. Seeing fish drifting through the waters deeper pools. Glossy, willowed mismatched pelt glowed softly in the moonlight, his plumed tail swished behind him lazily as he decided to stop waiting.

With a happy shiver he slips from the shore into the water, tail trailing behind him. Fogshore as a fondness of swimming with the stars lit up and the moon shining down on the river water. Sure, the sun does that too but when the moon comes out it feels.. elegant and hauntingly beautiful. Eyelids fluttered shut, he lazily moves deeper in the water, paws treading water. Not too deep that he can't get out quick if he has too. The water was cold, delightfully enough that he'll have to give himself a good wash before stepping foot into his nest. Though he might as well get a cold if he stays in here longer then necessary (hopefully not). At least he's an acceptable swimmer, even in cold waters. Warm is perferable from time to time... A curl of his lips reached his face, a smile as he wadded through the icy water, startling a couple of fish. He lets a soft hum escape his mouth, as he swam about. The chimera lets his mind wonder, as he drifts through the water like a feather brushing the surface.

OOC 🎐 make it look pretty .

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• no ref yet </3
• ( well, that was.. interesting ) FOGSHORE : warrior of riverclan
  — non-binary ; HE / HIM ; currently 32 moons
  ♡ bisexual / single / sort of looking / open to crushes
  — LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  ♡ action , thoughts , "Speech, 9EB8D9"
  — smells of freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes. squints in the sunlight.

  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[valesight ➶]

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It wasn't like he was trying to get into trouble but... or get Fogshore into trouble either (he swears). But rules were rules for a reason... and the dead of night is no safer than the bright rays of morning. Slinking like a shadow after the pale-dusted tom, Valepaw thinks to himself that he must be crazy. The river water is deep, bottomless under this lack of light... there is no telling what monsters may lie in wait at its bottom, having wasted months of time hungering where the winter sun cannot reach it. Would the warriors be upset with him, for coming after to make sure that nothing bad happened?

Smokestar had said.. no one leaves camp alone. It was the noble and honorable thing to do then, to stalk his clan-mate like prey? If only it meant there were a pair of eyes on him to ensure his return to the shore was safe. Crouching amongst the reeds, the young apprentice hadn't even noticed the way his legs shook to be so close to the rippling surface... to be out here without the comfort of a friend.

Asphodelpaw's grimacing face shrieks at him to be wary, afraid for what revenge may still burn under that rancid boy's pelt. "H...hey..." he hisses, toeing the edge of the stream with nervous paws. "You're not supposed to be out here alone." Wasn't like the boy would jump in to drag him out but... still.​

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[FERNGILL]

Again, he couldn't sleep. Paranoia gnashed at him- and his plan was not going to be an adventure into the abyssal territory, that which they had been specifically told not to do- but when another body slipped past the threshold, Ferngill's attention was snagged. Right- someone sneakign out. And it was his job to be responsible noe, to keep an eye on everything- on everyone. He was a protector of RiverClan now, just like he'd always wanted... even if he still couldn't really get rid of the feeling that there was something undeserved about it.

Night-swimming was a favourite pastime of Ferngill's too, even in this sort of temperature. Above all though he'd made a point to heed Smokestar's command- he would not be melting into starlit waters for a little while. Not all of his Clanmates were as willing, though- Fogshord gracefully drifted through the water, his beautiful smoky pelt kissed by the moonlight, floating in the water like ripples. And- he wasn't supposed to be here...

Ferngill's silken tail flicked to try and soothe Valepaw. "Well, we make a patrol now..." His mouth split in a yawn. "He's not alone anymore." The fiery tom was near-inclined to go for a swim himself, but... it wouldn't do him good tomorrow to stay up until the small hours. ​

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[FOGSHORE]

Ears perking up at the sound of voices, he turns his body around seeing his clanmates; Valepaw and Ferngill. Wadding his way forward, to reach the sandy shore. He raises a paw in greeting, he lifts his head further out the water staring at the two. Studying them, before speaking in a soft voice smiling. "Care to join me?" He offers to the other Riverclanners, amber eyes flicking over the two. "Though, it's alright if you're not interested. I might get out in a little while." He doesn't want to be pushy, if they don't want to join him it's all good. Of course he's not supposed to be outside at night, Smokestar did say not the go out alone.. but the night is so beautiful, how can he not to sneak out and have a nice dip in a river.

Fogshore turns away from the shore, paws pushing himself to swim around in circles and glide along in the water. After a good while or more, he decides it's time to leave the icy moonlit river. The mismatched warrior, swims himself to the shore where the others are settled at. He hums a tone, as he drags himself out the river with his paws. He gives himself a full body shake, taking care not to let droplets hit the others. He settles on his haunches, free of the water in his fur and coils his dark blue tail around himself.

OOC 🎐 make it look pretty .

•  
• no ref yet </3
• ( well, that was.. interesting ) FOGSHORE : warrior of riverclan
  — non-binary ; HE / HIM ; currently 32 moons
  ♡ bisexual / single / sort of looking / open to crushes
  — LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  ♡ action , thoughts , "Speech, 9EB8D9"
  — smells of freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes.
  squints in the sunlight.

  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail hasn't been sleeping great lately. The young warrior felt restless; his eyes were heavy and demanded rest, but his mind was running wild. He opens his tired olive green eyes, suppressing a groan from escaping his jaws. He's so tired... why can't he sleep? He knows that tensions have been high with the rogues, but it's doing him no good by getting very little to no sleep. There's no point trying to sleep right now, He accepts his defeat and rises to his paws, quietly leaving the warriors den. Maybe taking a walk can tire out his head?

He starts by walking around the camp perimeter, though his ears twitch to voices outside of camp. ...He did notice some other nests were empty when he left the den, and camp is seemingly empty... he wasn't going to question it, but now the young warrior felt curious. Who's out of camp this late? He zones in on the voices, padding further and further into the territory. His nose twitches as well— he picks up no scent of rogues, rather three clanmates.

Foxtail arrives at the scene, tiredly blinking as his eyes fall onto his friend Fogshore, and he briefly glances over at Ferngill and Valepaw. Valepaw calls Fogshore out for breaking the rules, but in all technicality Ferngill was right. They are no longer out alone, there's four of them now. Foxtail wishes he could enjoy night swimming, but swimming isn't something he particularly enjoys. He'll do it if absolutely necessary— he refuses to be a drypaw— but he won't do it for his enjoyment. Fogshore offers him and his two other clanmates to join him, but the young warrior shakes his head. After his accident over the frozen river when he was an apprentice, Foxtail can't seem to let it go entirely. Maybe one day he will, but tonight isn't the time for that. "I-I think I'm good for now. Thanks though," Foxtail mews as his tail swishes behind him, "...So, how cold is the water? It looks cold to me."
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 —— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to nopeita for the pixel & tropics for the icon <3
  

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

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