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Post by Kaeldra on Nov 29, 2022 2:45:21 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
There was only so much fish a cat could eat.
At least, Clover thought so. While she appreciated Shellspots and the rest of RiverClan for letting her join their little group, she wished that more cats would bring back the occasional squirrel or mouse on their hunting patrols. On days where she wasn’t selected for hunting patrol, sometimes she’d get lucky and someone would manage to snag a water vole or a starling. But most days, it was fish, fish, and more fish.
And so, the fluffy tabby she-cat found herself venturing across the river in search of something... earthier. It was a rare pocket in the day when she wasn’t scheduled for anything, no dens needing tending and no training to be done. The perfect time to find a tasty morsel.
Stepping under the familiar cover of the oak trees that made up this side of the river, Clover felt a strange sense of nostalgia. It wasn’t as if she had been part of RiverClan for so long that her days here were ancient history, and she hadn’t lived in this area for a particularly long time prior to that anyway. But still, something about it felt like home. She sighed.
Then a warm, inviting scent drifted past her, and Clover’s ears pricked up. Mouse! Lowering herself to the forest floor and pinpointing the location of the little creature, she relished in the feeling of pulling herself silently through the undergrowth. This is what hunting was supposed to feel like. None of that sitting around motionless for ages. With a satisfied grin, she stalked toward her prey.
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On that fine sunlit day, the prickly tom prowled the forest. The newly recovered feline shouldn't have been stressing his body too much, but Chester hated being tied down to anything. As much as it went against good teachings, he couldn't stay cooped up much longer. His gaze trailed lazily along his path. His intentions were simple. Chester was looking for a meal.[break][break]
Pausing, he listened intently, ears swiveling to pick up the smallest noises. There you are, he thoughts, picking up the noise of a mouse among the grasses. Chester wasted no time in falling into a stalk. He wasn't truly hungry at the moment. Rather, he wanted to catch a meal for Stellar. He had to repay the queen after everything she'd done for him.[break][break]
Breaking into a sprint, he leaped through the foliage. The grasses parting to provide him a view of his perturbed prey. Landing on the mouse, he dealt it a swift blow. His feelings of triumphant only lasted for a moment before a different scent greeted him. The prickly tom's lips curled back into a snarl as he searched his surroundings for the unwanted visitor, "Who's there?"
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Post by Kaeldra on Dec 15, 2022 6:37:05 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
Clover had been gearing up, preparing herself to pounce, when suddenly another cat crashed into view and landed easily on her target. The stranger made quick work of the mouse, and Clover froze with wide eyes. How had she missed another cat stalking the same prey?
Then he lifted his head, glancing around and obviously searching for her. Her sudden fear-scent made her pretty easy to notice, she guessed. Taking a chance, she relaxed out of her hunter’s crouch and popped her head up out of the undergrowth.
“Hello there,” she greeted him, a bit wary but still trying to be friendly. “Just me. I didn’t realize you were after the same mouse as me, sorry about that! I guess I’ve lost my edge for forest hunting,” Clover tried to laugh at herself. She was hoping that if she appeared non-threatening enough, perhaps she could leave this encounter with a new friend rather than a clawed pelt.
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Chester's tail lashed as he stood tall over his prey. Grey eyes snapping to the feline popping out of the undergrowth. A queen from the looks of it. Had she seen the mouse first? Even if that was the case, he wasn't going to give it up. He'd been the one to kill it. It was his to claim. His eyes narrowed as the other started to speak. From her overall demeanor, she didn't seem to be itching for a fight. But, if it came down to it, he was ready.[break][break]
"Who is me exactly?" he interrogated. Her apology feel flat on Chester's ears. The tom was just as tense as ever. Though in this case, Chester was the one in the wrong. His silvery eyes narrowed, what did she mean by 'forest hunting'? Having only ever hunted in a forest, he couldn't think of any other possibilities. "Forest hunting?" he repeated, mulling over the words as if they were foreign. In a way, they were.[break][break]
From the looks and sounds of it, this particular feline wasn't going to try to take the mouse back. A fact that was quite fine with Chester. Now, all he needed was for her to leave and he'd be peachy. But first, he had to find out what she'd been doing here and if she was going to stay. If she was thinking of making this place her home, he'd have to chase her away. He wasn't looking for any roommates. "What are you doing here?" he probed.
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 2, 2023 2:53:25 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
Ears flattening, Clover took a step back. So apparently this cat wasn’t as keen on being friends as she was. Her instincts told her to run, to get back to camp where it was safe, but part of her wanted to try being stronger. She hated always being the coward of the group, needing to be protected. Instead, she tried another smile.
“Ah, sorry. My name is Clover, it’s nice to meet you! What’s your name? I’ve been living with RiverClan for a while now, over that way,” – she paused to glance back in the direction of the river – “so it’s been a long time since I’ve hunted over here. I used to live in this area, though! Maybe for seven or eight moons? Before that I was traveling, after I left my mom and littermates, but I think it’s pretty nice here. Don’t you think so?”
The fluffy tabby bit her tongue, wincing at how she’d rambled on. With nowhere else for her nervous energy to go, all of it spilled out into words as she worked the earth beneath her claws.
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This cat wasn't very brave based on her posture. That made things easier. He could chase her out with fewer issues. A hiss and a glare would probably send her running. She definitely wasn't a threat. But then she started monologuing, and he groaned inwardly. It appeared she was the kind of feline to talk when she was nervous. Just when he was starting to wonder if she'd ever stop talking, she stopped.[break][break]
Something she said did catch his interest. "Riverclan? What's that?" It sounded intriguing but also dangerous. Whatever it was, if they lived by the river, they shouldn't be an issue. Chester was confident when it came to facing solitary cats. More often than not, he expected to come out on top. But this 'clan' sounded like it was more than one or two cats. If that was the case, he may have to move.[break][break]
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 10, 2023 7:17:45 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
Well, he hadn’t clawed her ears off yet, so that could be counted as a small victory. Never mind that he had entirely ignored her inquiry for his name. She could handle that. Clover perked up as he asked about RiverClan, glad for something else to talk about instead of sitting in tense silence.
“Oh! Have you ever heard of the Clan legends? According to those legends, many seasons ago, there used to be big groups of cats called Clans that lived here, and RiverClan was one of them! But then there was a big battle, and the Clans were destroyed. So now Shellspots, our leader, is trying to bring RiverClan back!” The fluffy she-cat’s tail swished against the undergrowth excitedly, imagining once more what RiverClan would look like in a few seasons’ time. Then she added as an afterthought, “I hope all the Clans can come back someday, though. It would be weird to just have one.”
There she went again. She would just have to hope he found her rambling interesting enough not to shred her fur.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2023 16:49:01 GMT
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This cat was quite the chatterbox. On and on she went. It was somewhat aggravating. What she had to say wasn't very joyful either. This was the first he'd heard of the clans. A large group of cats living nearby? Absolutely horrifying. There was no way he would stick around for that. It sounded like something out of his nightmares. Cats couldn't be trusted. That was all it was. "That sounds terrible," he grumbled, "Why would anyone want to live with other cats?"[break][break]
It sounded like they were asking for trouble putting all those cats together. Of course they would fight. Being around others caused nothing but strife. Even with just three cats, his family had been a mess of claws and teeth. "They were just asking for trouble," he huffed. The more the merrier? That had never been true. He couldn't believe it could ever be true.
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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 21, 2023 7:49:52 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
The stranger didn’t seem too pleased with her exciting news, if his grumbling was anything to go by. His views seemed at odds with her own, and while she had met cats like this before, she had never fully learned how to handle interacting with them.
“It’s not so bad,” Clover said cautiously, worried she might upset him further but unable to agree with him. “Sure, it gets annoying sometimes, like when Noctus won’t stop snoring, or when the apprentices get too rowdy. But it’s nice having friends to talk to, and it’s a lot easier to get everything done with so many cats working together.” Perhaps she was getting a bit too much on her soapbox about it, but she hadn’t been as happy as she was in RiverClan in a good long time.
Judging by his huff, she figured it might be a lost cause. Clover supposed it was somewhat true, that eventually their larger-than-average numbers might attract attention of a negative sort. But for now they were safe and happy, if a bit tired from Clan duties.
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It didn't sound not so bad to Chester. It sounded utterly horrible. Trying to scrounge up some semblance of a stable life with only Merry and Hollow to deal with had been hard enough, he couldn't imagine doing that with a whole hoard of cats. And apprentices, whatever those were, sounded like a pain to deal with. The prickly tom was sure he didn't want any of this. He made no attempt to hide his dislike of the idea. The feline was clearly displeased.[break][break]
"Whatever," he grumbled. This queen seemed quite happy about her clan. As long as she wasn't planning on staying in the area, he didn't much care who she lived with. "I assume you don't plan on staying since you seem to like this 'Riverclan' so much." He wanted nothing to do with clans or anyone associated with them. They sounded like more trouble than they were worth. Picking up his mouse, he mumbled through a mouthful of fur, "You better get out of here then." Turning, he walked off. Whether Clover cared to follow him or not, he didn't care. It was out of his control to stop her.
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Post by Kaeldra on Feb 26, 2023 0:11:05 GMT
Clover || she/her || 22 moons
Clover began to answer, to say that while she loved being part of RiverClan, she did miss the forest and hoped she could come back sometime soon. But she was hardly able to open her mouth before the stranger picked up his prey and began heading off, conversation clearly over.
Not quite sure if his final statement was a suggestion or a warning, Clover watched him go. He disappeared into the brush, and the tabby queen sat there for a long moment, wondering what she should do next. Then her stomach growled, reminding her of her original reason for coming over to this side of the river.
Ears pricking curiously, Clover glanced over her shoulder, then returned her gaze to the spot where the stranger had disappeared. She wished she had at least gotten his name. But his tone and body language had certainly not invited any further questions, and she wasn’t keen to upset him further.
Finally she stood and headed off in the opposite direction, nose lifted to scent out some other prey. With one last look at the path he had taken, she padded into the undergrowth. Perhaps they’d meet again some other time, after he’d eaten.
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