Zesha
New Warrior
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> Ciswoman
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> 11 Cats IRL
> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Jan 5, 2023 16:53:42 GMT
zinniapaw ● she/her ● 12 moons ● riverclan ● bioZinniapaw was glad she was okay, too. She had seen the scars on Flare from where he had gotten in a tussle with foxes before, so she knew they could be vicious creatures. The last thing they needed was for either her or Clover to get injured by one. “It was huge,” she admitted, a shiver running down her spine. “And those teeth!” She had gotten far too good of a look at the teeth of the fox before she had run away. They were sharp and ready to rip into flesh. Another shudder ran down her spine. “Or Heronpaw. He might try to deal with it on his own, Galepaw too. We don’t want to see that happen.” Though she liked the other apprentices, she knew some of them were a bit… hard headed. Their stubbornness could easily lead them to get seriously hurt, and then where would that leave them? Or worse, the fox could kill them. Her thoughts were interrupted by Clover licking her forehead, and she gave a small purr. “I think I’m good now,” she said, moving to stand on her paws again. They felt more steady now. Nodding to Clover, she said, “Alright, let’s go find Shellspots and let her know.”
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 21, 2023 7:37:13 GMT
Clover || she/her || 19 moons
Clover shuddered at the thought of those teeth connecting in the fur of any one of her Clanmates. She was glad that they had escaped unscathed, but the next cat to be caught unawares might not be so lucky. She watched as Zinniapaw lifted herself from where she lay, ready to make the trek back to camp. Clover began walking in the direction of the little island, keeping her pace slow just in case Zinniapaw was still winded. And perhaps she was still a bit shaken herself.
“It’s a shame we weren’t able to catch anything,” Clover mewed wistfully. While there was always the chance they might run into a stray mouse on the way back to camp, it didn’t seem likely, and even if they did her nerves were too frayed to even think about focusing on her hunting crouch. Their hunting trip would have to wait for another day, it seemed.
As they neared the smaller river that encircled the camp, the brown tabby padded over to the log that extended halfway across the water. She had been getting swimming lessons from the others, but she still wasn’t super confident and preferred to use the support when she had the option. Sometimes she could even make the jump to get across without getting her paws wet, though she wasn’t sure she could manage it now.
“After you,” she said to the younger she-cat, gesturing with a flick of her tail to the river. She wanted to make sure the apprentice got back into the camp safely, especially after her previous failure to watch out for Zinniapaw. She wouldn’t let her down again.
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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 Jan 26, 2023 23:02:48 GMT
zinniapaw ● she/her ● 12 moons ● riverclan ● bioZinniapaw could just imagine how things would be if a younger apprentice like Canarypaw happened to be alone or even just with another apprentice and came across that fox. It had been thirsty, and angry. If it had no trouble chasing her and Clover, it wouldn’t have any trouble doing the same to a couple of younger cats. Shaking the thoughts away, she stood up and followed Clover slowly back to camp. She was thankful for the gentle pace, her paws feeling unsure as she put them one in front of the other. “The Clan will understand,” Zinniapaw said softly. She wasn’t actually sure if Shellspots would understand, but she hoped that the silver she-cat would be lenient since they had been chased down by a fox. Even if they happened upon some prey, it would have to be old and already half-dead for her to catch it with the way her paws shook with each step. The island came into view, or at least the reeds surrounding its banks did. They made their way to a section where a log stretched half into the water of the river. Normally she would just try to swim across to get her legs stronger, but today she was thankful for another way onto the shore. Though she still wasn’t sure if she could make the jump, it was better than trying to fight her way through the river right now. She nodded to Clover, then took a few steps back before charging down the bank and flinging herself across the river. She landed on the log with a thump, her back legs splashing into the water. She clambered up the trunk, claws digging in until she reached the shore of the island. Then she turned and looked at Clover. “Alright!” she called. “Your turn!”
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Post by Kaeldra on Feb 21, 2023 3:05:15 GMT
Clover || she/her || 19 moons
Clover watched as Zinniapaw flew through the air, front paws landing squarely on the log and hind legs making a spectacular splash. The brown tabby took a couple steps back to avoid the spray, laughing softly.
“Nice one!” She called as the apprentice hauled herself out of the water and onto the shore. Then it was her turn, and she reconsidered for a moment if she wanted to try the same thing. Seeing Zinniapaw stick the landing was inspiring, but she still didn’t think she’d be able to do half as well as her.
Padding down to the water, she hesitantly extended a paw. She still wasn’t a huge fan of getting wet, but it was preferable to making a fool of herself right outside camp.
Deciding to just go for it, Clover plunged into the water and struck out for the opposite bank. Her movements were still awkward, limbs not sure what to make of being in the water, but at least she didn’t panic quite so much when the current tugged at her fur anymore. Perhaps one day she’d learn to like swimming.
She pulled herself out of the water and settled next to Zinniapaw, teeth chattering the slightest bit. It was still a bit cool, and her coat wasn’t glossy and repellent like the other RiverClan cats’ yet.
“Maybe not my smartest choice,” she grinned sheepishly at the apprentice, and shook out her fur as best she could. “It’s okay. It’ll dry once I’m in camp.” With one last flick of her ears, she stood and took a couple steps through the reeds. “Do you know if Shellspots mentioned leaving camp today? Hopefully she’s around…”
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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 Mar 8, 2023 20:29:59 GMT
zinniapaw ● she/her ● 12 moons ● riverclan ● bioZinniapaw puffed out her chest slightly at Clover’s praise. She hadn’t been sure she would manage to even land on the log after being chased by that fox, but she had done it. Her legs were certainly starting to hurt though, and she wanted to lay down and rest. She watched as Clover padded a little further down, to an area of the river that was thinner across. Then she began swimming. It was still a bit cool out for swimming, but Zinniapaw reasoned that Clover’s long fur would be better at dealing with it than her short fur. Speaking of fur, she realized hers was a little bit wet from the splash and she began washing it so she wouldn’t freeze out in the crisp air. It wasn’t long after she had finished that Clover appeared. She gave a sympathetic look to the other she-cat. Her fur was hanging down and dripping, and her earlier thought that the longer fur would be able to handle the water seemed like it might not be quite so true. But she shook out her fur and it seemed like it would be good enough until they got back to camp. She hoped it would, anyway. “I don’t recall her saying anything about leaving camp,” she mewed, walking beside her Clanmate. “But she could have gone out hunting or something. I hope she’s in camp so we don’t have to go out looking for her.”They pressed between the reeds that circled the island, and eventually they found their way to the camp. Immediately Zinniapaw began looking around for Shellspots so they could tell her what they had seen.
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Post by Kaeldra on Mar 10, 2023 3:03:07 GMT
Clover || she/her || 19 moons
Clover felt herself relax a little more once they were within camp bounds. Even if the fox came after them again – and she doubted it would, it probably wouldn’t be too keen to cross the river either – they now had all their Clanmates to back them up. Her paws left watery prints as she walked alongside Zinniapaw.
“Yeah, when she leaves camp you never know when she’ll be back,” Clover agreed. She knew Shellspots was busy with all of her leader duties, but it could get frustrating at times like these when they needed her and she was nowhere to be found.
Luckily, today was not one such day. After a quick scan of the camp, the tabby noticed Shellspots over by her den, her head bent in deep conversation with Pandora. Clover let out a sigh of relief.
“There she is!” There was an added spring in her step as she made her way over to the two she-cats, confident that they would be able to solve this predicament. “Shellspots, sorry to bother you! Zinniapaw and I went out to hunt and ran into some trouble, so we wanted to let you know…”
Clover just hoped she wouldn’t be part of the resulting patrol.
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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 Mar 28, 2023 21:07:59 GMT
zinniapaw ● she/her ● 12 moons ● riverclan ● bioBeing in camp caused her shoulders to relax a bit. She hadn’t even realized how tense she had been, even though it was understandable. They had just run into a fox, after all, and it hadn’t been friendly. But now they were safely across the river and in the heart of their camp. Zinniapaw was worried that Shellspots would be out on patrol and that they’d have to wait for her to get back, but luck was on their side today. She was still in camp, chatting away to Pandora. They seemed deep in conversation as they approached. Her tail went up as the two of them made their way towards their leader. The conversation with Pandora was paused as Clover spoke up, and Shellspots turned her head towards them. “Yeah, we ran into a fox while we were fishing,” Zinniapaw added. “It chased us and tried to take a bite out of my tail.” Luckily it hadn’t been able to catch her. She certainly didn’t want a chunk missing from her beloved tail. She hoped, like Clover, that she wouldn’t be part of the patrol that was sent to drive the fox off, but she had a feeling Shellspots would only send warriors.
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Post by Kaeldra on Apr 3, 2023 4:46:23 GMT
Clover || she/her || 19 moons
The silver tabby didn’t turn to greet them right away, instead intent on finishing her sentence to Pandora. As soon as Zinniapaw mentioned the fox, however, Shellspots’ gaze snapped to the apprentice.
“What part of the river was it? How long ago?”
There was no fear in Shellspots posture or voice, only concern and determination. Clover wished she could be half as courageous as that, but instead she was the one who came running to the older she-cat to have her fix things.
“We weren’t too far from the stepping stones,” she answered hesitantly. “Maybe a little after sunhigh?” Clover turned to Zinniapaw for confirmation. She couldn’t believe how late it had gotten; the sun was already beginning to sink below the horizon.
Nodding, Shellspots turned back to Pandora and quickly instructed her to find two other warriors and meet her at the camp entrance so they could all go investigate. The dark-furred warrior bounded off immediately, and Clover watched admiringly as she went.
“Thank you for letting me know,” Shellspots said. “The sooner we know about these things the sooner they can be resolved.” She eyed the young apprentice and her waterlogged friend, seeming to consider for a moment, before adding, “Why don’t you two go let the other apprentices know to stay away from the riverbank until further notice? We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
Clover let out a relieved sigh. She didn’t have to go hunt down the fox!
“Sure thing! Come on Zinniapaw, let’s find your sisters and the others,” she said brightly, the weight of her wet fur nearly forgotten. Shellspots and the warriors would take care of this. She knew she could trust them.
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