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Post by Solaris on Aug 30, 2022 2:31:33 GMT
P R O W L  He/Him | 48 Moons | Loner Prowl’s lips curled into a grin as he nodded approvingly to Chrys’s sentiment. He could tell that the two would get along nicely. And she wasn’t a terrible hunter either. “I’m sure you’ll adapt fine to the forest.”
His expression shifted to that of head-tilting confusion when Chrys started apologizing to him
He waved off the apology with his thick, fluffy tail, shaking his head with an easy smile. “Ah, no need to worry about that. There’s a distinction between you approaching me while I’m sleeping, and you finding me awake. One of the two is less likely to result in disaster.”
His gaze skittered from side to side, then he leaned his muzzle close to Chrys’s ear as if telling a secret. The words came out in a snake-like hiss, elongating the vowels for dramatic effect. “They call themselves a ‘clan’.”
At once, he pulled away and started laughing. “Ah, they’re a sizeable group, I hear. I’m not sure how many, but enough to be quite a sight. Bunch of kittypets playing warriors. I haven’t met these cats myself, admittedly, but kittypets won’t survive long here.”
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Post by Zesha on Sept 12, 2022 18:25:25 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys grinned, glad that Prowl seemed to think she’d actually make it out here in the forest. It did seem rather similar to the park she had once lived in, though it was quite a bit bigger and with more trees, easier to get lost in for sure. She gave a short laugh. “I wouldn’t dare approach a sleeping cat that I didn’t know. That’s a good way to get mauled. Or to at least get a few whiskers taken off,” she said. Though she hadn’t ever done it herself, she had heard tales from Maureen of a young tom cat that had been foolish enough to do that to one of the alley cats and got one of his eyes clawed shut. Her head tipped closer to Prowl’s muzzle as he hissed the words into her ear. A shudder ran through her before she started laughing, pawing at him playfully. “You almost had me scared for a minute there!” she chuckled. But the idea that there were other cats out there forming a group was interesting. “I wonder if they’re organized?” she mused. “Like if they’re got a leader and such. It might be kind of fun to go see what they’re doing down there, you know.” (My muse isn't cooperating very well but I wanted to get something out to you!)
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Post by Solaris on Sept 14, 2022 3:57:55 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | ZeshaBacking away from Chrys’s paw, Prowl chuckled, the sound rumbling in his throat like a pebble rippling water. “My apologies. The way some cats speak of the clans, they act as though they were sharing a grave secret. Admittedly, I’m a bit of a skeptic when it comes to the old clan cats, but there’s likely a claw of truth in there.”
“Organized? Hm, perhaps. I vaguely remember hearing of a ‘clan’ leader.” He spoke as he began grooming his chest fur, detangling the long strands of hair that was often matted together. He hadn’t thought much of the group, but Chrys’s questions did invoke a flame of curiosity inside of him. “I suppose we could see what they’re like for ourselves.”
Once he had groomed to his satisfaction, Prowl rose up and flicked a tail for Chrys to follow. “I think I know, roughly, where this group’s camp is located. I could show you there, if you wish? They shouldn’t be too far from here, only a jaunt to the river.”
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Post by Zesha on Oct 4, 2022 1:30:42 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys nodded, understanding that some cats probably viewed this whole Clan thing very differently than she or Prowl did. Some might be afraid of them, even. “There’s usually a claw of truth to every story,” she meowed. If she was honest with herself, the idea of a Clan was interesting to her: having enough territory to support multiple cats, families getting to stick together, helping others out, it sounded like the kind of place she’d like to be. She perked her ears at the mention of a leader. “They must be at least semi-organized if they have a leader,” she mused. She found herself mimicking Prowl, beginning to lick the long tendrils of orange and white fur that coated her body. A few leaves and twigs had managed to snag themselves in it while she had traversed the forest. After plucking the debris from her fur she stood and shook herself out, puffing up her fur slightly. It looked more presentable, at least. “I’d like that, actually. I’m curious to see this ‘Clan’ and what they’re like. I just hope they’re friendly. I’m not looking for a fight.”
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Post by Solaris on Oct 6, 2022 1:38:43 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha Beckoning a tail for Chrys to follow, Prowl pushed past the line of foliage that circled the clearing. He scoffed at her comment regarding whether they will be friendly or not. “I hardly believe a bunch of kittypets will put up much of a fight. But if claws need to be unsheathed, I can handle the situation.
It only took a few moments of walking to be in the midst of the forest again, where a dense canopy filtered out the sun’s rays. The trees stretched up lengths and lengths above the two of them. And even if Prowl was a rather big size, he felt small compared to the titanic giants surrounding them. They reminded him of the skydens twolegs built. He knew a few cats who lived in the skydens. Up at that height, there was no way a cat could leap down a safe distance.
“We’re almost here,” he said. When he felt the ground curving downward, he heard the gaggle of water, a hint of how close they were to their destination. Sure enough, he saw a silver light swaying from side to side, below the underbrush that hid the water. He looked down and saw the river. And up ahead, an island where the camp was said to lay.
As much as he hated to admit it, setting up camp in an area border by rivers was a clever decision. How could any enemy invade your territory if it was sectioned off by water? He faced this very issue now, unsure of where he could cross to the other side, and also painfully aware of his inability to swim.
“Their camp is on that island there,” said Prowl, gesturing with his head. “The question is how we reach it.” [/quote]
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Post by Zesha on Nov 26, 2022 22:18:24 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys fell in line behind Prowl and pressed her way through the foliage surrounding the clearing. She hoped he was right and that they wouldn’t put up much, or any, of a fight. Though she was sure she could handle herself, she didn’t enjoy fighting for no reason. As they traversed the forest floor, she brushed against ferns, bushes, and stepped over some mushrooms at one point. The forest here was much thicker than the one she had been in at the park, where the trees were farther apart and the ground was either only dirt or short grass. Here there was moss and grass and thick tree roots that rose up from the ground and made them clamber over to stay on the path. Her ears perked up and pressed forward when Prowl mentioned they were almost there. Sure enough, the sound of the river came to greet her, the ebb and flow soothing her. While she wasn’t really one to swim, the melody of water had always been a joy to her. “The island?” she said, following his gaze over to the mound of earth that sat nestled between a split in the river. “Oh… Clever. Maybe there’s a lot or some stones or something we can use to cross? Let’s have a look.”She couldn’t imagine they all swam to the island, so surely there had to be something around for them to use to cross.
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Post by Kaeldra on Dec 1, 2022 6:18:29 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
“Alright folks, let’s head out!”
It was a calm, clear day, and Noctus had been selected to lead a hunting patrol over by the riverbank. With him were Pandora, Bluepaw, and Spiderpaw, padding dutifully along at his heels as they left the camp. The four of them brushed through the reeds and slid silently into the water – he was starting to get used to the idea of swimming, though it still wasn’t his favourite activity – and paddled across the small stream, pulling themselves up onto the shore and shaking off.
There was a comfortable silence as they took a few moments to groom the water off their pelts, and then they set off in the direction of the large riverbank that separated them from the more dense forest. It was all fairly routine at this point; there hadn’t been many new arrivals to the Clan recently and so they were starting to feel like more of a close-knit group. They had their squabbles, of course (especially his own kits, Noctus thought with chagrin) but things were settling nicely.
As they approached the pebbly shore, though, Noctus noticed something was different today. There was a pair of cats standing on the opposite shore, peering at the water as if there might be some hidden secrets under the currents. They didn’t look threatening, but…
As the group trotted to a stop a few tail-lengths short of the river, Noctus glanced over at Pandora. The two shared a wary look, and Pandora nodded wordlessly. She readjusted herself slightly so she was just a little bit ahead of the apprentices, in case it came down to a fight. Noctus hoped it wouldn’t.
“Hello there!” The black tom called over the burbling of the river to the two strangers. “What brings you to RiverClan territory?” The Clan hadn’t set any official borders at this point, but it was sort of an unspoken rule to question any cats they found by the river. ‘You never know who might be a potential Clanmate!’ Shellspots’ voice echoed in his head.
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Post by Solaris on Dec 6, 2022 2:32:23 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha Prowl started to peek his head through the bushes around the perimeter of the river for a makeshift bridge, but without much luck. Following the curvature of the river, the shore became less sandy and more pebbly. His heart leapt when he saw a trail of boulders leading to the island’s entrance… then he turned and saw a patrol of cats appearing from the other side.
He leaned Chrys and murmured to her, “I think it’s them.”
When the patrol noticed Prowl and Chrys and stopped, he padded to the river’s edge and held his head high and puffed out his chest, as was customary for cats from his old group. Typically, the goal of introductions was to assert one’s dominance over the other, or at least to intimidate them. Prowl had since given up on the practice—if he wanted to establish new connections, he needed to gain their trust, not intimidate them.
But habits were slow to die, and he wanted to squash any possibility for a fight. Of course, there was no real need to. Prowl was more than capable of overpowering a kittypet, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
“We heard of your ‘clan’ and were… intrigued to say the least,” said Prowl. “We would like to see your leader, should you have one.” |
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Post by Zesha on Jan 1, 2023 19:34:58 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioIt seemed they had arrived at a good time, since not long after they began looking for a way onto the island a group of four cats emerged from the riverbank. Their pelts were slick where they had come from the water, and it hit Chrys then that they did, in fact, swim. That would be something she’d have to learn if they joined the ‘clan.’ “I think you’re right,” Chrys murmured back, her eyes still on the four cats in front of them. Once the other cats noticed them and one of them called out a greeting, she found herself following in Prowl’s footsteps, though instead of puffing out her chest or anything she merely gave a slow blink before dipping her head in greeting. This was how she had been taught to say hello without actually saying anything. Her golden eyes raised to glance between each of the cats. Two of them seemed on the younger side, but still old enough to fight if need be. They all seemed friendly enough though, and she hoped that things would go over smoothly. When Prowl spoke, she simply nodded to indicate that what he said was correct. Hopefully these cats wouldn’t expect them to swim to the island though.
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 8, 2023 4:53:17 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
The long-furred dark tom seemed to be the leader of the two, unfazed by Noctus’ group outnumbering his two to one. He puffed out his chest proudly, and Noctus could see the hint of a challenge in his eyes.
But then his words took Noctus off guard. Evidently the apprentices were surprised too, sharing a quick glance with each other. They hadn’t realized word of RiverClan had spread so much that strangers would be seeking them out. Shellspots would be thrilled to learn of this.
The tom’s golden companion nodded serenely, confirming his request, but didn’t say anything herself. She seemed more relaxed than the black tom, but her large paws told him that she would likely be a worthy adversary in battle herself.
Noctus dipped his head politely.
“Of course. Our leader isn't here with us but I’m sure she'll be happy to meet you. Bluepaw, could you run back to camp and fetch Shellspots?”
The apprentice frowned slightly, obviously not happy to be sent away from the excitement, but Noctus would be more relaxed if his youngest daughter was out of harm’s way. Between her and Spiderpaw, Noctus didn’t doubt that the young ginger tom could hold his own in battle if it came down to it.
As Bluepaw sprinted back in the direction they came, Noctus turned back to the strangers.
“While we wait, could I ask for your names? I’m Noctus, and these are Pandora and Spiderpaw,” he introduced them all, gesturing to each cat with a flick of his tail. “The cat who just left to get our leader is Bluepaw, my daughter.”
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Post by Solaris on Jan 9, 2023 0:19:53 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha @kaeldraProwl gave a quick examination of the faces he saw, snorting a little to himself. What strange names these cats had. “Bluepaw”, “Shellspots”, and “Spiderpaw”. Seeing no harm in revealing his name, he dipped his head to Noctus. “My name is Prowl.”
He stood aside to let Chrys introduce herself.
“Pardon me if this is an intrusive question, but what exactly does your clan do? I’m a newcomer to this area, see. I came from twolegplace, and I’ve never heard of any clan there,” said Prowl.
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Post by Zesha on Jan 9, 2023 1:13:32 GMT
Her ears perked, and she gazed at each face in turn as they were introduced. The names were… interesting, to say the least. Noctus and Pandora seemed to have the most normal names of the group. She decided not to say that, though, and instead dipped her head and mewed, “I’m Chrysanthemum, but you can call me Chrys.”“I also come from twolegplace,” Chrys said, tipping her head to one side as she looked at Noctus. “As far as I know, there were no clans there. So I guess we’re a little… confused as to what all a clan does.” She herself had never lived with more cats than her family unit back in the park when she was young, so the idea of other full grown cats living together, presumably in harmony, was foreign.
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 16, 2023 5:09:09 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Noctus nodded in return as the two cats offered their names. They couldn’t be more different; Prowl’s name evoked feelings of stalking through the forest at night, eyes sharp for prey and enemies alike, while the name Chrysanthemum felt more like dozing in a warm beam of sunshine. He wondered how these two had come to know each other.
“Not intrusive at all,” he assured them. “We’re always happy to share information on our Clan with others. Here, we’ll come to you; it’ll make conversation easier.” Up to this point, they had been calling across the river, which worked fine for introductions but for more involved discussion it was a bit tiring.
Motioning with his tail to his patrol, Noctus slipped into the river and paddled across, Pandora and Spiderpaw following after. Once they had settled themselves on the opposite bank, closer to Prowl and Chrys, Noctus gave a friendly smile.
“There. Much better, no? In any case, to answer your question, we do lots of things. Most of it is the same as any cat would normally do -- hunting, collecting moss for nests, chatting with each other. Stuff like that. I guess the main difference is that we live as a bigger group, and we all help each other. For example, our apprentices,” he gestured with a paw to Spiderpaw, sitting politely on the riverbank with his tail wrapped over his paws, “Usually clean out the dens as part of their tasks. And we, the warriors, train them in hunting and fighting.”
He hoped he was doing a decent job at this whole explaining thing. Usually it was Shellspots or Flare who gave the Clan life sales pitch, and he hadn’t met many cats who didn’t already know the legends.
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Post by Solaris on Jan 16, 2023 5:55:31 GMT
Flower 9, 2021 | Zesha @kaeldraProwl gaped as Noctus and his patrol swam treaded across the river with ease, as if it were second-nature. He wondered if swimming was a prerequisite to join the clan, but seeing as how young a cat like Spiderpaw was, he doubted that was the case. The clan would teach them. He was certain of that.
“So this clan… it’s like one of those rogue groups back in twolegplace,” Prowl mused, glancing at Chrys. Then he leaned toward Noctus, to assure him of his interest. “Your clan seems like a very formal arrangement, what with the unique names and the ranks. But there looks like a strong emphasis on community here. I like that.
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Post by Zesha on Jan 16, 2023 20:46:02 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 32 moons • loner • bioFlower Moon. Day 9. Late morning. Kaeldra , Solaris Chrys was glad that so far these Clan cats seemed friendly. She hadn’t been sure whether or not they might be like some of the more aggressive rogues back in twolegplace that would claw your ears off just for saying hello. It was refreshing to see a group of cats that were friendly and welcoming. She glanced at Prowl a moment and thought how lucky she had been to find an amiable cat in him, too. Her ears perked up when Noctus said that the patrol would come to them. Now they would see how the other cats got across to the island. She expected there to be a fallen log off where she couldn’t see or some stepping stones or something, but instead the cats got in the water and started to swim across the river. She blinked a few times as the three cats emerged from the river, their pelts dripping with water. It was a good thing it was greenleaf, otherwise she imagined their coats would be frozen to their bodies. Chrys looked at Prowl with a strange look on her face, as if to say, Are we going to have to swim across?Listening closely, she had to say she quite liked the idea of a Clan. These cats took care of each other, there was a sense of community and a bond between them all. It certainly sounded nice. But she had to ask once question: “What happens when we get old and can’t hunt and gather moss anymore? Will the Clan still help us or will we have to leave?” It had been something she pondered before after she had met Maureen. Chrys was a loner and had no group or twoleg to take care of her, so when she got old what would she do? Perhaps this would be her answer.
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