GONNA MAKE YOU MINE — OPEN, INTRODUCTION

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    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags

    // hey guys! gonna pretend that frankie has been here for a lil' bit c:

    Ah, another day in RiverClan. He was still getting acquainted to how things worked in these parts, especially with all of the tense warfare and attacks that had been happening. He was confident that whatever RiverClan was tasked with, however, they would all get through it together. It was like being apart of a big family. Although he missed his real family, this was the closest that he could get to having one. No longer would he have to be without his mama and no longer would he have to stay with his asshole father.

    Luckily, Frankie was used to the water scene. Back in New Jersey, his family had lived next to the Hudson River and they even traveled out to the oceanside one time. He knew how to swim... sort of. Hopefully he wouldn't drown once he stepped foot into the waves, though he hadn't tried yet. This would be his first time stepping into the ocean since he was a kid.

    The black cat dipped his paw into the lapping ocean, though he pulled it out. The temperature of the water had caught him by surprise. C'mon, Frankie. He told himself as he placed both of his paws into the water. The stocky tom stood there, the salty breeze whipping him in the face. Gee, it was a wonder that he wouldn't be swept off of his little feet.

    Ramses watched the small feline from the treeline with an amount of amusement. He himself, as was commonly known, held no fear of the ocean - Ramses had been swimming for as long as he could walk. First it had been rivers, but the ocean was what really captivated him. There was something about it that he found irresistible, which was why he was standing on the shoreline, about to go for a swim. The large direhound padded forward, his feet spreading in the sand so that he didn't sink too horribly. He came to stand beside the black cat, watching him delicately dip a toe in. It reminded him of Rosewater, although Rosey probably wouldn't have even gotten as far as the sand, lest it dirty her perfect coat. "You'll get used to it," he assured, wading in fearlessly himself. "Fortunately, even if you don't, swimming isn't a requirement for living in RiverClan as much as I'd like it to be."

    Bo loved swimming, especially when it came to the ocean so Riverclan had been a perfect fit for him. He wondered if the others living here felt the same way. Did some people not like the water? It'd certainly make living here a little bit difficult. Bo was on a walk to clear his head when he spotted Ramses out of the corner of his eyes and his gaze would trail to the stranger. He had never met this guy before, so it's be nice to finally make himself acquainted with him. The fox would quickly make his way over to stand beside Ramses, offering Frankie a friendly smile and wave of his tail in greeting. "I don't think I've met you before. What's your name?" he would ask curiousily.

    WE'RE SURE TO FIND HAPPINESS — riverclan — black tom — tags
    Frankie looked up to see the massive dog-thing. Was that a wolf? Whatever he was, at least he was nice and not an asshole. "Oh, well, I'm just tryin' to see if I remember how ta' swim. I used to swim all th' time when I was a kid." Frankie shrugged.

    The tom cat stepped back and turned towards Featherboa, another dog-looking thing. That was a fox, right? It seemed that everyone was bigger than him. Well, even compared to most cats, he was still about the size of a young apprentice. His height had always gotten him into terrible situations. "Uh, hiya." The New Jersian spoke, his accent prominent. "I'm Frankie, ah... how 'bout yous?" His voice wasn't rough and street-like. It wasn't stern like his brother's. It was more sweet, soft-spoken. It certainly did wonders for his singing voice.

    he smiled at frankie's attempt to get in the water, because of course it was hard the first time you tried it. water was cold and often new members have a fear of drowning, but arc never harbored the phobia. water was where he felt happiest, he liked floating, swimming, diving, all those activities.

    "arcanepaw creux, leader of riverclan." he nodded in a friendly way, sitting down politely.