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[Chestnutroot]

Watercolor eyes peer back at her. Chestnutroot's fur ruffles in the wind, the leaves carefully weaved into her long pelt rub against each other; chattering in the wind. A small pile of colorful leaves lay forgotten nearby - each breeze stealing a little more from the carefully constructed pile.
Is that what I look like? The ripples in the stream lightly distort her tiny frame and duel-colored pelt. The green and yellow in her eyes are echoed in the leaves around her. Her pelt the color of the sturdy ground. She is even able to see her stump tail! A sight that takes her back a bit - honestly. After her apprentice years, she had gotten to use to it's absence. It's almost stranger to see it then to possess it!
She frowns. Shadows dart under the water. Tilting her head slightly, she lowers her rump, shifting to peer closer to the water. It's surface shimmers with light and the promise of chilly dampness, should she brave the the cursed liquid. Wrinkling the nose briefly, she cautions a sniff. The surface betrays nothing. Of course it wouldn't - right? River Clanners don't hunt that way. Her mind falters, trying to connect the dots from rumors and gossip. How do they hunt if not b-
SLAP! Muzzle mets water. Then paws, then flank. Claws scramble to find ground - which thankfully they easily do. Water rushes around the molly as she stands, frozzen. Features scrunched up, as if pure disgust could keep her warm from the chilly waters. The cause of all of this - a fish that hit her square in the face - flops on the ground nearby.
"Foxdung - you - Ah!" Exacerbated, the molly begins to trudge her way back to shore. The fish flops, each slap a little laugh from the aquatic animal. "Yes, yes, haha." She sighs, cheeks aflame.
At least no one saw...

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  CHESTNUTROOT ✦ SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 50 moons.
  ✧ A short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes.
  ✧ Daughter of and
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #a0c986
  ✧ penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

 

[Blackwater]

A deep rumble of a chuckle reverberated through the chilled air before the source of the sound emerged from between the thick fronds of cattails that encased the riverbank. Blackwater had come just in time, it seemed, bearing witness to a comedic sight. The amusement that set his deep aquamarine gaze alight was not unkind, the edges of his maw angled just slightly upwards to form a tender smile. "Caught you off guard, did it? I have endured similar treatment. These waters are quite unforgiving, you know, as are the creatures that inhabit it." Memories of his own blunder took up the forefront of his mind. Only an apprentice, he had misjudged his angle while swarmed by a school of salmon travelling upriver after mating season- the result of which was a catastrophe- and almost an exact mirror of what had just become of poor Chestnutroot. Of course, the biggest difference in their shared ordeal was that one of them could not swim.

"I must say, your aquatic skills exceed most from across your border. I can't say for certain any other may have made it back to shore with such haste." Thunderclanner's were exceptional when faced with towering trees and thick brush, it went without question. Where they lacked in their ability to brave the roiling depths, they made up for with fortified muscles and claws sharp enough to pierce the thickest of tree bark. It was an impressive thing, to be sure- however, one might consider it foolish to test your capabilities of something you aren't sure you'd be able to come back from- all for the sake of what he assumed to be curiosity.

"Might I ask what was so alluring about the tide today? It seems your reason for being here was not to catch fish...or rather, for a fish to catch you." That playful spark once again spat embers into his oceanic orbs, the Riverclanner's tail twitching with expectancy as he watched the flashing scales of remaining fish flitter away into darkness. Whatever they could have caught was null now, their fear surely keeping them tucked beneath foliage and rocks for quite a while after the feline's departure.

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BLACKWATERㅤTAGS
✶ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤgay aroace, single
✶ㅤ25 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 24th of the month
✶ㅤwarrior of riverclan for 13 moons
✶ㅤsilvertide x splittailㅤ/ㅤno other relations
✶ㅤmentoring noneㅤ/ㅤmentored by willowroot
✶ㅤpenned by sloaneㅤ/ㅤmessage encarcerated on discord for plots!

sh blue tabby/blue chimera w/low white with deep, teal colored eyes and a stoic demeanor. physically inexpressive and socially flat despite being quite polite and easygoing.

 

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The sound of shouting draws the lilac apprentice from the trees, where she'd been searching for marigold—the yellow-flowered plant is hard to find in the snow, most of them having died out for the season, but she's still hopeful that she'll manage to find some. After their last battle against ShadowClan, the clan needs herbs like marigold more than ever. Flamestar doesn't seem to be cracking down on patrols fighting RiverClanners at Sunningrocks, so another fight could happen any day now. The cat at the riverbank comes into view after only a moment, a familiar figure—Chestnutroot seems to have taken an accidental dip in the river water, and the fish flopping nearby is likely the culprit.

She saunters over to stand a few paces behind the ThunderClan warrior, a flash of amusement passing over her face. "This is why we leave the fishing to the RiverClanners," she comments dryly, dark eyes flickering across the water to the dark tabby tom. He asks why Chestnutroot had been so close to the water in the first place, and Hopepaw wonders the same thing. Some ThunderClan cats can swim, but most can't—Hopepaw definitely can't. Why would any of them risk falling into the freezing river? Cats had suffered freezing wounds when the blizzard had struck, and surely the cold water can't be good for Chestnutroot's paws. "If you get too cold or your paws start hurting, you'll need to visit Gentlestorm's den when you get back to camp," she warns the older molly with a sway of her fluffy tail.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Flurryjump]

Flurryjump laughed softly at watching the other she-cat padding away from the water. It didn't take Starclan to know from her wet fur that she had attempted to perhaps catch something in the water. She couldn't judge the other cat for trying to catch a fish, after all, it did seem fun! She had always wondered why Riverclan liked that sort of prey so much, it MUST taste good right?

"Don't worry Hopepaw, Riverclan hasn't frozen all their whiskers off yet, I'm sure a little water can't hurt!" Or, maybe it did, but Flurryjump assumed it couldn't be that bad if the water was running. If it was too cold, it'd be freezing! Or at least, that sounded right?

"Do you want help trying again, Chestnutroot?" the tortie piped up, padding over to her side by the river. "I bet two or three Thunderclan cats could outfish a Riverclan cat. Afterall, it seems we already have one." She smiles and points to the still-flopping fish.

She aimed her teasing over the border at Blackwater, an obvious playful challenge.

 

[Flamestar]

"Their coats are accustomed to being wet...ours are not." It was surprising to see the fish laying along the shore a few tail-lengths from Chestnutroot, but judging from her dripping wet face and pelt, it seemed she had missed quite the scene. Her ear flicks as she turns to acknowledge the Riverclanner presence along the other side of the shore. The leader's shredded ear flicked irritatedly, but she kept her maw shut. He wasn't crossing the border, or being obnoxiously annoying...more curious than anything...which was weird. She would keep an eye on him though...she didn't trust any Riverclanner to not swim across and try to drag one of her clanmates into the frigid waters below.

It was a good thing Hopepaw was here, should the cold get to the wet warrior too bad, she would hopefully know what to do. At Flurryjump's suggestion to out fish the Riverclanner, the leader let out a huff of laughter, and shook her head slowly. "Probably not the best idea...if you bring more fish back to the camp, the warriors may kick you out of the den for smelling like fish!"

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FLAMESTAR.ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
✦ afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, widowed, formerly taken by flycatcher
✦ 41 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 20th of the month
✦ leader of thunderclan since september 2024
✦ lily x storm ㅤ/ㅤ mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, lilykit, butterflykit, bugchaser, squirrelsong, sunbird, ravenblaze, sparrowpaw
✦ ㅤpenned by Icey ! ㅤ/ ㅤmessage Icey ! on discord for plots!
✦ ㅤmentoring bayingpawㅤ / ㅤmentored: cloudyfur, acornwish, merlinpath
✦ will start fights, will end fights, will kill

longhaired red classic tabby with green eyes, and low white. she has a shredded right ear, and has many scars that are visible in windy conditions.

 

[Chestnutroot]

An unfamiliar rumble comes in like a fog, and Chestnutroot can't help but lightly huff at the scource as she drags herself back on land. Soild, soild land, thank the Stars. Hopepaw's paw-steps draw her eyes, and for a second embrassment draps over her, far chillier then the waters she had become quickly aquainted with. But a small giggle finds it way out of her, followed by a spark of levity. If I have their attention, might as well have fun with it.
"...These waters are quite unforgiving, you know, as are the creatures that inhabit it."
"Ah yes, I have heard to the terrifyingly stinky fish that are in these waters," A soft smile plays on her lips as she shakes the water from her ears. "I must thank River Clan for their star-bound service, saving us from the horrid responsibility of killing them." She adds with playful dramatic flourish, all but winking at the tom across the way.
"I must say, your aquatic skills exceed most from across your border. I can't say for certain any other may have made it back to shore with such haste."
"Mmm, thank you! Been around a few moons and picked up the gist." She purrs nonchalantly, rasing a paw to lick it clean of water. Thank the Stars I did! What the tom said about other Thunder Clanners - it was true. She hated to think what would've happened if, say, an apprentice or even a warrior found their way into the chilly waters. Surely they could ask for River Clan help but there was no guarantee that the clan would come. She shivers at the thought.
"Don't worry, Hopepaw, I will," Dipping her head slightly to the molly, grateful that she had been nearby.
Flurryjump appears next, warm and joyous and ful of life. Chestnutroot can't help but smile as the molly teases the River Clanner, a light laugh warming her chest as she does.
She cannot think of an appropraite response to her leader - not one that would carry the respect that she deserves, anyways. She gives her friend a warm smile streched over a laugh. A half-apology, half unspoken joke with no start and no punch line between the two.
"Sorry for the startle," She starts, turning to address the River Clanner. "I hope it won't scary the fish away. I was just looking for new moss and leaves for our beds and got," She side eyes the fish. "More then I was looking for." Though the interaction was playful and light, part of her worried about any perceived attempt to cross into their territory. I just wanted to get some decorations, haha. Came back with a better story!

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• CHESTNUTROOT
  ✦ SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 50 moons.
  ✧ A short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes.
  ✧ Daughter of and
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #a0c986
  ✧ penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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