Riley
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Post by Riley on Mar 20, 2023 0:24:09 GMT
Melodypaw loved RiverClan territory. She loved the willow trees with their trailing branches, she loved the river that you could hear nearly everywhere. She loved the way sunlight dappled the grounds in endlessly shifting shafts, and she loved that everything had that fresh smell that usually only came right after rain.
She even loved the Clan she lived in. Her entire life before Flare had brought them to RiverClan, she'd only ever interacted with her family. Melodypaw had always compared herself to her brothers, even Flare, and always found herself lacking. Not as friendly as Flare, not as brave as Galepaw, not as smart as Spiderpaw.
And for the first time she'd found cats that preferred her company over theirs! Bayou has gone out of her way to find Melodypaw in order to spend time together. Pandora was always happy to go for a swim, though maybe 'happy' wasn't always a good word to use for the she-cat. Heck, these days Melodypaw preferred spending time with Canarypaw than her own brothers.
This fact made her feel guilty, and it was that guilt that had Melodypaw asking Galepaw to meet her at the Beech Copse. Should that make her feel even guiltier? That it was the guilt of neglecting her littermates that made her approach them rather than a genuine wish to spend time with them?
Melodypaw pushed that out of her mind as she approached the gathered trees, looking around and even up for Galepaw's ginger pelt. It shouldn't be too hard to find, her brothers' shared trait made them stand out like a leaf on the river.
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Zesha
New Warrior
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> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Mar 20, 2023 0:42:03 GMT
galepaw • he/him • 16 moons • riverclan • bioThunder Moon, Day 2. Riley When Melodypaw had approached him and asked him to meet her at the Beech Copse, he had been surprised. They hadn’t spent much time together since coming to RiverClan, really. At first they had, when it was just their family and Shellspots and her two kits, but over time they had just seemed to drift apart. He wondered how he should feel about this meeting. At the moment, he was feeling pretty excited to get to spend time with Melodypaw again. She was his sister, after all. Yet part of him wondered if he should feel sad that they had drawn so far apart in recent moons. Up until now, he hadn’t really even given it much thought. Galepaw was so deep in thought he didn’t even notice the hole in the ground that he stepped in and, subsequently, tripped over. With a grunt he landed on his chest and chin. Swiftly he got up and shook himself, then placed his paw on the ground. It stung, and he wondered if he should go back and get Canarypaw to look at it. But he had already promised Melodypaw he’d meet her, so… He kept walking. Limping, really. But his tail was high in the air and he was sure he’d be fine until after they talked. As he drew closer to the Beech Copse, he noticed the telltale signs of Melodypaw’s black and orange pelt. Once he saw it, he began trying to limp faster. “Hey sis!” he called out to her as he camp within a few tail-lengths from her. He once again tried to put his foot down and winced, deciding it could stay up. “I’m glad we get to talk to each other, it feels like moons since we’ve hung out.”
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Zesha
New Warrior
176 Posts
About Me
Hi, I'm Zesha!
> Ciswoman
> She/Her
> 30
> EST
> 11 Cats IRL
> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Jun 30, 2023 16:55:45 GMT
galepaw • he/him • 16 moons • riverclan • bioThunder Moon, Day 2. Riley Galepaw gave a nervous chuckle. Of course Melodypaw would zero in on his injured leg. He had hoped that she wouldn’t notice, but he had been foolish to think so—she was his sister, and it’s not like he didn’t obviously have a hurt paw. She would see right through him if he tried to say he was fine. Shaking his pelt, he sighed and admitted, “I wasn’t looking where I was going and got my foot stuck in a hole and tripped.” It sounded rather embarrassing, saying that out loud. But it was the truth, and he had always preferred to be honest with his family. Even if it meant they would fuss over him. The paw was swollen, felt warm, but didn’t appear broken. If anything, it was just a sprain. There was no blood, the paw wasn’t at an awkward angle, and aside from looking fat from the swelling it seemed like everything was okay.
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