camp to come home ࿐࿔ reclaiming camp

[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• She'd sent out a pair of eyes as frequently as she could afford... to assess the status of their down-wind camp and the fields beyond that had grown oversaturated by water. The river had been hungry, selfish... stealing away most of their land for far too long. Trying to keep it kept under wraps was difficult when the streams themselves curled around their neighbors like a dripping embrace. She's certain they could tell, if they thought hard enough, that the plains had flooded, that their many deaths had been a result of sudden, rampant flooding. If any of them suspected such, they'd had the forethought not to utter such an accusation aloud, had kept their tongues firmly rooted in their mouths.
  
  One less thing to try to obscure the truth about when not asked directly. Still... she'd been left with plenty to chew on as she roosted in their temporary home, recovering from the ripples of her death, celebrating what gifts there yet remained in her life and... the promise of a grisly future. Mirestar had been sincere in such a proposal... and she in turn, interested. Her council will need to be informed just as soon as things here felt settled again; she didn't want to launch them into a war they were largely unprepared for.
  
  "Good news," the lynx point calls, watching the disgruntled forms of her displaced clan shuffle from their makeshift hollows to listen- she can only pray it is hope in their eyes rather than miserable defeat, sucking their souls of their will to persevere. "Our camp... has finally dried... it is safe to... make our return." Her tail lifts, a reassuring grin pulling onto her features as she finds their youngest members beaming up at her. (At least you can always rely on kits to have high spirits.)
  
  "Let's make haste.... We'll need to... patch any damage... have new nests... made. Please assist... the queens first... then the elders." her instructions wobble, reminded how empty the den of their most wise must now be.... "Any prey we've.. collected will need... to be transported... as well...." At least this was not so severe as the last flood... that had kept them locked out of their reed-crested island for so much longer than a half moon.
  
  [[ we're heading home boys, pack up and roll out! ]]
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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw had never felt fully at ease in the Beech Copse. The air here was too open, too still, and the ground too dry beneath his paws. He missed the familiar sounds of their rivers, the cool mist that would settle over their pelts in the mornings. The floods had taken that from them, forcing them into this temporary home, but it never felt like home at all.

When Lichenstar's voice breaks the uneasy quiet of their camp, announcing their return, the tricolored apprentice's ears perk up. He blinks, watching as the rest of RiverClan begins to stir, their eyes brightening at the news. His own heartbeat picks up speed, but the excitement is tempered by a tiny sense of dread. The floods had ravaged their lands, swallowed their camp, and with it, the stability they all craved. What would they find when they returned? How much of what they knew will be missing?

Cragpaw rises to his paws, padding quietly toward where his mother, siblings, and mentor are gathering. He glances sideways at his littermates, feeling a sense of responsibility sink into his chest. He doesn't want to go help the queens and elders, he'll leave that to the others. He has to be there for Pinepaw and Crabpaw. Maybe they can work on a den together, or weave nests together. Whatever they do, he wants them to do it together.

"Let's get started," He murmurs to them, giving his brother a small nudge, and his sister a half-hearted smile. His voice lacks the enthusiasm it should have. "The faster we get everything done back home, the sooner we can rest." Home. They're going home. For a moment he lets himself push away the fear of what they'll find and allows himself to feel relief and excitement. We're going home!

// sought out @iciclefang @Pinepaw ⭒ @CRABPAW and @FERNGILL
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[SUNSPARK]

In the end, Sunpaw had kept her paws firmly within RiverClan. With the stress of the event and their home being verifiably uprooted from them, at least for a short time, she would be lying if she said that she hadn't thought about walking out just a little bit. A bad reflex, maybe. But in the end she had remained firm with the cats that she knew, and the home that she had come to love.

And now they were going home. Actually home.

"Owlpaw!" he's the first one she looks for. Always. An always that she should maybe think about a little bit, but in the end she's never had to. He's always reliable, and as her friend it just makes sense that when tasked with a long chore, he's the one she'd go to first. "Do you wanna come help me with the elders?" And well, if she was being responsible maybe she'd check in with Foxtail too but... Nah, maybe later. He's a grown cat, he can figure it out too, right?

// talking to @owlpaw. mentioned @FOXTAIL​

 

[robinheart]

There is a hesitation in Robinheart's gaze as she looks to Lichenstar. She is eager to return home but she knows that home… will be emptier than before. That she will have to enter the nursery and clear away the bits of Apricotflower's nest that remain. The tortoiseshell doesn't… can't…

Her eyes burn with unshed tears that she tries to bravely blink away.

"Come now, kits. We are going home," she purrs halfheartedly, forcing a smile towards her kits, her godkits, and her friend's kits. They are excited to return to the home they were born into. And she hopes the stars will not chase them from their nests again for many, many moons. RiverClan's future needs not be as uprooted as her life has been leading up to now.

"Does anyone need help walking back? The ground may be muddy and uneven, so use caution my dears," Robinheart adds as she looks to the nursery residents who stir and prepare themselves for the journey back to camp.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail lets out a shaky sigh, and his olive green gaze falls onto Lichenstar. Sleep in the beech copse ended up being quite... difficult for the young lead warrior. It wasn't because his makeshift nest was uncomfortable, or that his neighbors were loud and disruptive, but he found himself often awake fretting over their missing, and, later, their dead. His clanmates cries still haunt his ears, and he still wonders how he, out of all cats, managed to hold his ground against the raging current.

Foxtail pads forward, and his eyes briefly scan the crowd for his apprentice; but his ears prick forward at her voice. "Owlpaw!" His ears pin back as a different name leaves her maw over his. Owlpaw is a close friend of hers, right? Maybe she's grabbing Owlpaw before finding him (and Hemlockshine) in the crowd... "Do you wanna come help me with the elders?" His gaze finally finds her, and for a moment he wonders if she'll seek him out now, but she doesn't even make a glance towards him. Well.... she already made up her mind, huh? Without saying a word, he pulls his gaze away from her.

Olive green eyes scan the cats whom gathered, and a faint smile makes it's way on his maw when Hawkcloud and Tigersplash catch his gaze. Tigersplash might be busy with his own apprentice in a short moment, but he pads over to the two. "...Let's w-work together," He mews to his two littermates. They could repair dens together... weave nests... carry prey back to camp. Anything will help to distract himself from his apprentice right now...​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• mentioned @SUNPAW. & sought out @Hawkcloud and @Tigersplash
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  23 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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[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕Bubbleburst does not let very much dampen her lively spirit, but of course, the flash floods had been harrowing at best and tragic at worst. The silver-coated molly moves with assured confidence as Lichenstar calls for RiverClan to come together and move back into camp. A dry camp. The dens and nests that she had tirelessly worked to build with her friends and clanmates had paid off- those who had survived the initial flood were safe and healthy and could make the journey home- and for that, Bubbleburst allows her spirits to lift a little.

She nods quietly at her leader's commands, heeding them carefully. Pray to be carried back and assistance for the less able; queens, elders, and kits took priority. Bubbleburst glances around "If anyone needs help back to camp," she echoes Robinheart's sentiments "I would be happy to assist." She lingers at the back of the organizing RiverClanners, hoping to spot someone in need of assistance. If not, she'll help to carry back materials and prey. Lesser things that are still important to make the trip back.

Briefly, she looks around in hopes that she might spot a friend- perhaps Beefang or Turtledove- amongst the throngs of cats preparing to leave the copse.

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

• ooc.
• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

"We are fortunate that the flood was short-lived," Snakeblink hums as he slithers up to Lichenstar. More fortunate than under Cicadastar. Perhaps Lichenstar has attracted more of the stars' favor than the erstwhile river king did. Although with her recent near-drowning -- it is hard to tell, with blessings.

Snakeblink brushes his nose to her shoulder, very lightly, before joining the moving efforts. He slinks around Sunpaw as she calls for her friend to help her with the Elders, focus trailing over the young apprentice's back all the way to Foxtail's dejected frame. His whiskers pull back, eyes narrowing in consideration. "Good initiative," He says, slowly, because it's worthy of being encouraged. "But you are a little small to be Hemlockshine, telling Owlpaw where he ought to go."

A better thought holds his tongue before he can comment on her distance from Foxtail. It would not do to bring attention to any lapse in a lead warrior's authority, if only for the sake of their collective dignity. "Your mentor graciously allowed me to borrow you," he lies, moving past her towards the Elders' temporary den. "Come along now; the two of us should not struggle too much."

It would give him some time to survey whether that thread of tension he spotted was worthy of being watched or dealt with -- and maybe being stuck with him for the trip back would make Sunpaw appreciate Foxtail more.​

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ooc. information.

• interacting with @SUNPAW.
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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  

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[owlcrest]

feel the rain on your skin

Owlpaws ears perk as Lichenstar announces that it will be safe for them to return to camp. He is more than eager, though his shoulders feel heavy at the loss they have endured. At the fact that they have a lot more to rebuild, and a part of him wonders why they don't just stay here in the beech copse.

Sunpaws voice calls for him, her caramel and sunlit form gliding to him with a smile on her maw, his whiskers twitching in pride, with a caring look on his face. "yeah! I -" but his smile turns to a frown as snakeblink interrupts, his green and blue gaze turning to the lead warrior.

"She wasn't telling me where to go, she was asking me to help her!" He argues, frowning as snakeblink then requests that Sunpaw follow him instead. He knows better to argue with lead warriors, he respects them- he does. But, he felt the need to defend Sunpaw, that she wasn't being bossy, or whatever he was trying to say.

The two of us. "Wait- but," sadness crossed his features, and he's even torn inside why. "It could be the three of us, couldn't it?" He asked, the silver brown tom forcing his paws to follow anyways. Because he didn't see why it couldn't be.

Interacting with @SUNPAW. And @Snakeblink //

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[SUNSPARK]

Sunpaw's head swivels when Snakeblink speaks up her direction. "Thank you," she meows instantly but maybe she should have waited a second, because it's one of those compliments, one of those that isn't actually a compliment because it comes with a correction attached to it. Her whiskers twitch, and for a fleeting moment she can't help it.

Whoever said that she was trying to be Hemlockshine?

"I wasn't te-" she doesn't even have to finish the sentence before Owlpaw is speaking up, echoing her thoughts exactly. It's hard not to smile a little bit at the similar train of thought that her fellow apprentice takes - understands - about her. It's a flicker on her face, a brief grin before she's able to tamp it back down into a more serious face. "I didn't hear Hemlockshine give Owlpaw a different task," she points out. "So we were taking initiative."

Her mentor let him borrow her? Riight. That was definitely the truth. But it's the thing that makes her briefly turn her gaze towards Foxtail. Well, he seems fine. He's busy with someone else already. It's not her problem. Her ears flick slightly at this change in plan, two of them, and it's no surprise Owlpaw picks up on it too. "The elders like Owlpaw too," Sunpaw points out lightly. Or, well, they spend enough time with the Elders that maybe they just got used to them.

// @owlpaw. @Snakeblink
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[pebbletail]

(☼) home... they're going home. pebbletail breathes a soft sigh of relief as his mother's gravely voice rings through camp. sunspark eyes seek out the familiar frame of splashdance, to share the moment of repose with his best friend, and he finds her stood next to her... mate. pebbletail can't say his heart doesn't plunge into his stomach at the sight. still, he's promised himself to be normal, be cool even, around them, and so the tom pads towards the two mollies, offering a grin. "we're going home!" he cheers, tail tip flicking with excitement.

home means the newly familiar comfort of the warriors' den, it means sharing prey in the shade of the great willow. it means everything might go back to normal. well... almost everything. "d'you two want to come collect prey with me?" it's almost a peace offering, this question of working together. it's an acceptance, that midnightash will be apart of splashdance's life, and pebbletail has to reconcile with that fact.

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // seeking out @splashdance and by proxy, @MIDNIGHTASH " #848DAE"
• 
• 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 pebblepaw'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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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The relief that she felt when Lichenstar announces that they are able to return home after the flood had finally dispersed is absolute music to her ears. The fact that they had needed to relive this situation had been a nightmare considering that Beefang when she had been a kitten had only heard tales of the flood and she's still shaken up from it, thankfully, it hadn't lasted for too long from what Snakeblink says. She briefly notices the way that Foxtail and Sunpaw don't work together but she reaches for Owlpaw instead saying that they should help the elders, a small frown pulls at her lips but before she could involve herself it seemed that Snakeblink moved much quicker. It isn't her problem then in the end, she supposes, as her snowy paws walk onwards towards the others only to catch the gaze of Bubbleburst does she offer her friend a small smile. The sound of her cousin's voice behind her causes her ears to twitch especially when she sees who he's talking to and her fur ruffles slightly in discomfort, ah, she would allow him to do this by himself especially since she couldn't stand Midnightash.

So, she trots over to reach the blue tabby and brushes her shoulder with Bubbleburst in a friendly matter only to glance over to the queens, elders, and kittens that definitely were ready to go home. "You need any help carrying any of kits?" Her inquiry is mostly towards Willowroot and Claythorn knowing that their kittens are a lot younger than the ones belonging to Robinheart, she'd have an easier time carrying those over the ones that were nearing their apprenticeship. "I'm sure you could use the extra paws," With that, Beefang gives a nod motioning to herself and the blue tabby standing beside her.

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

• ooc — interacting with @bubbleburst && speaking to @willowroot and @claythorn

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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.
  ✦ 15 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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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ It's like a breath of fresh air to hear Lichenstar tell them that they are able to go home. The molly releases a deep breath in as she slips from the makeshift nest that she shares with @splashdance and she arches her back. "Finally." She beams with a bright smile on her muzzle as she nudges the other woman casually. Though the idea of how much work it'll be to clean up camp and get things settled weighs on her mind. Oh well. That is just how it has to be. She is about to go and ask the Elders if they need any help when she pauses as she notices Pebbletail approaching. Turning toward him she moves a bit closer to Splash, unsure of his intentions given the way others reacted to her union with Splashdance. Her nature has always been possessive and she tilts her head slightly at his question. It is innocent enough and thus her shoulders lose their tension slightly.

"Sounds like a good idea to me. The three of us should be able to carry much of it back to camp." A slow but even smile rests on her muzzle. Guess she supposes that the other understands his place now. Walking three steps behind her and her mate. A light dip of her head as she glances to the pile then ready to go.​

 

[claythorn]

Her paw is still sore when Lichenstar takes the helm once more to announce their imminent return. Ears twitch weakly, and she picks her head up from where she has slumbered. Here, in the beach copse, she did her best to keep her kits alongside her- to keep her, and them, fed as much as possible with the rationed food. Mismatched goldens blinked at Lichenstar, and the large mollie stood, stretching her body out with a yawn.

"Alright, kiddos. Ready to head back?" It was less of an actual question and more rhetorical, as Claythorn made effort to nudge her two smallest forward. The words are barely out of her mouth before Willowroot and Beefang are posing the question- moreso Beefang then the rest. Her shoulders sagged, a visible amount of relief on her features. "Let's see if any of mine can manage the walk. If not, we may need help along the way." She chuffs lightly.

Claythorn rouses all five of her young- and by extension, any of Gladefrost's remaining family- before turning to join the group already pattering together towards the other camp. Dark-kit, Onyxkit, Sparrowkit, Eelkit, Dropletkit. She does a mental count at each step, vision not even turning to find seafoam ones.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, eighteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[TURTLEDOVE]

"Finally! Turtledove cried out. The rumors that the water holding her home was receding were true and a huge weight felt lifted from her shoulders. At Lichenstar's word the warrior jumped into action and runs to join Beefang and Bubbleburst, giving each a wide grin. She pushed her head in between their shoulders to make a trio.

"I always have room on my back if anyone wants a ride!" She purred, looking at Claythorn's bunch with twinkling eyes. If they had to slog their way through the mud back to camp, might as well make it fun for the youngsters. She envisioned her and Beefang carrying a kit on their backs while racing back to camp, giggling all the way. She looked to Claythorn and hoped the queen would allow her the pleasure. If not, well, carrying a kit normally could also be a nice gesture.

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc: joining the kit-carrying squad with @BEEFANG and @bubbleburst! also talking to @claythorn and @willowroot
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 12 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!

 

[hazecloud]

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"No more washing away into ThunderClan, you understand?" Hazecloud's smile is weak in her musings to Eveningpaw as she rose to Lichenstar's beckoning, curling her tail around the apprentice with obnoxious motherly affection.

The other apprentices quickly take to what they'll help with first, Sunpaw suggesting she and Owlpaw care to the elders and she could feel a sudden cold tug at her heart. A reminder of Dappleleaf's and Paleroot's deaths. A mixture of guilt and dissatisfaction sat heavy in her chest like an anchor dragged under the sand. She still isn't sure how she is supposed to feel, after all they had been through. After all they hadn't said.

"It seems like all the big tasks are taken, that leaves some fun for us. We'll go ahead and try to fix up the apprentices den first, and you'll get to have first pick for a nest." The molly continued on as she pushed away the grief- just for now. She had to play her part, first.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

• @EVENINGPAW
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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

 

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Claws impatiently scrape against the damp soil across the copse in his path toward Claythorn, eyeing each of his kits that toddle her way. He counted each one with a sturdy neutral gaze until they fell onto Gladefrost's, mouth twisting slightly before sharply looking away.

"They should do just fine. We did far more at this age." He entered the conversation between Claythorn and Beefang with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. "Onyxkit, maybe you and I could show the rest of your littermates how to swim against the current. You're built strong for the river, like me." He looked upon his daughter with pride. Even if she had acted like a kit when faced against the flood, he knew she would not fail to show her natural abilities to the water.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, seventeen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕Thankful to have a close friend in company, Bubbleburst smiles sweetly when Beefang butts shoulders with her and nods in agreement with the lead warrior's offer to Willowroot and Claythorn. Her joy is further compounded when Turtledove makes an appearance, forming a sort of triad of them. What a joyous day it is that RiverClan can both reclaim their home and she can spend it with all of her favorite clanmates.

The relief on Claythorn's face is evident, even when Otterbite interjects himself. Bubbleburst looks at him for a thoughtful moment. He has always been rough around the edges- she had once been good friends with him when they'd both been apprentices, but they had grown apart over the moons. Nevertheless, she doesn't allow his dismissal to go very far. "We'll at least walk with you," she offers Claythorn politely "You've got a full brood to look after. The more paws to help the merrier, I think!"

Bubbleburst blinks back at Otterbite when he addresses his daughter. She frowns, glancing at Beefang and Turtledove to see if they've also heard his suggestion before turning back to the warrior. "I'm sure Onyxkit is a strong swimmer, just like you are, Otterbite," she begins, trying to soften the suggestion she is about to make with a compliment "But I don't think swimming is a good idea right now, especially for our smallest clanmates."

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

• ooc.
• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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