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    Ryepaw ★ 4/1

    The small tom laid on the grass near the river. In the quiet serenity of the sweet afternoon he sunbasked waiting for others to accompany him. With the sun beating down on his brown back he shifted uncomfortably.

    The young male allowed himself to take a seat beside his friend, a charming smile painting itself onto his face as he let those forest green visionaries to gaze softly at Ryepaw. He would purr, almost trust-falling himself onto the grass beside him with a mild chuckle as he looked up at the clouds. The male wasn't one for much sunbathing, he was already pretty thick-furred as it was so the extra heat was a bit aggravating, thankfully the cool grass was leveling things off. "Are you a-alive over there, m'dear?"


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    Ryepaw ★ 4/1

    The small brown and white tom smiled as his friend approached and once the other tom laid down, Ryepaw scooted closer lying his chin on Chasingpaw’s fluffy back. “No.” He said truthfully, “I feel numbish. I think the heat is getting to me.” One fluffy white cloud passed by followed by a large gray cloud which covered the sun for a few moments causing Ryepaw to sigh in relief.


    "A soak in the river might help with that," the Russian blue said as she padded over to Ryepaw and Chasingpaw. The days were getting warmer, she was grateful for that, but sometimes, the heat was a little unbearable. Luckily, the medicine den was shaded and usually cool, unless a day was particularly humid. Then, Bluepaw found herself outside where the breeze could rustle her fur or she could take a quick dip in the river just outside of RiverClan's camp.



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    Chasingpaw, by this time, was grooming the hell out of Ryepaw's fluffy neck, a soft purr rumbling from his chest as he shared his happiness with his friend. Perhaps Bluepaw was right, but he was positive the two of them would be getting nowhere near the river anytime soon after The Attack of the Killer Bees. "Are there any creeks? Something smaller than the river?" The male was still in pain from nearly drowning and dying.


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    "The stream that surrounds camp is a bit milder than the river," she said with a flick of her tail in the direction of the camp's entrance. "If you want, I can go with you guys. The medicine den is a bit too musty for my liking at this time of day anyways," the she-cat offered with a shrug of her shoulders as she waited to see what the toms would say to her offer. "Make sure you guys have plenty to drink, too. That will also help cool you down."



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    Ryepaw ★ 4/1

    A small purr rumbled in the Brown and white apprentices throat. The river would have sounded good to him if the river hadn’t almost killed him. “You know what I really want? Leaf-bare water.” Ryepaw snuggled into his friends soothing tongue. He smiled at the Russian blue she-cat and nodded. “As long as we find a spot that’s shallow enough to swim in, that sounds prefect.”

    To be honest, Chase didn't know if he wanted to go swimming or cuddle up beside Ryepaw and sleep, but the more he thought about it the clearer it became: go swimming, tucker yourself out, find a comfy spot on Rye and nap yourself into another dimension. Though at the moment he was still grooming his friend, eyes closed and body rumbling... They probably looked a like a bit of a handful in public, and they were, probably at least three handfuls actually. "Y-You wanna go swimmin'?" Chase spoke softly to Rye, they were close enough as it was, he didn't need to yell.


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    "I'll find us a nice shallow spot. Come on," Bluepaw said. Without waiting on the toms to get up and follow her, she bounded towards the rushes that lined the camp and began searching for a shallow spot for her and the other apprentices to wade in. She splashed around in various spots, trying to figure out where she could still touch and where she couldn't. She finally settled on a good area that was crystal clear and full of little minnows and tadpoles swimming about. This would be a great spot to cool off.



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    ( but they're really not, lol. they're just being friends, like dang, not every act of kindness from a male to another male is gAY. stoP LABELING THEM THEY'RE CHILDREN. also, rye tastes like bread, so chase can't help himself, lol. )

    Ryepaw ★ 4/2
    “Sure.” He said softly, barely more than a whisper. His thick and fluffy fur was slightly puffy from New-Leafs humidity. Maybe later they could move their nests together, create a jumbo nest. Finally he would be warm during his sleeping time. Then he placed his tail on Chase’s shoulder and sat up, pressing his side against Chasingpaw. He continued that way until Bluepaw splashed in and he smiled goofily at Chase. “Last one in is rotten crow food!”

    YOUR REDEMPTION WON'T GROW STALE —

    The heat was...making Cinderpaw and Ginger stink more than ever. At this point Cinderpaw didn’t even notice her own stench anymore. Trotting up quietly, the molly blinked as she watched them talk. Her ear flicked, feeling slightly unsettled. Cinderpaw would guess that it was because they were talking about water. “May I join?” She asked softly.


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    Bluepaw loved Cinderpaw. She was sweet, but StarClan, that stench. With her heightened sense of smell due to pregnancy, Bluepaw nearly doubled over and vomited right there. In fact, she had to stifle a gag and swallow it down while trying to keep a straight face. "Yes of course, Cinderpaw," the gray she-cat said and offered her smelly friend a sheepish smile. Maybe the river will wash that stench out, Bluepaw thought as she looked around desperately for a subtle way to move enough away from Cinderpaw that she could breathe and not vomit.



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    //okay but consider: it's not even just labeling all friendly male-with-male interactions as gay, because when you think about it, a male and a female child acting the same way would be written off as in love by everyone who saw them. it's the product of this hyper-romanticized society that we live in; people do it regardless of gender. Including me.


    I apologize for doing so. I understand chase and rye are just precious friends <333333

    Although strange, the male was caught off-guard by the sudden movement, jerking his body up and bolting after Rye as those lengthy legs of his propelled him forward. He recalled the days in Bloodclan, the days where he earned his name 'Chasingkit.' He certainly wasn't slow, so as he ran past Rye, he turned and winked at him, fur fluttering upon his body as he realized it had been awhile since he'd had a positive reason to run. Of course his speed wasn't all great, because his body didn't match his feet as he tried to stop and he ended up flipping over into the water... At least it wasn't deep this time. "Oh, hey, Cinderpaw!" He said momentarily only to get distracted by how goofy and lovable Rye looked running at him.


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    Ryepaw ★ 4/2

    Ryepaw narrowed his brown eyes as the Maine Coon mix passed him. As Cinderpaw’s voice rang out, he looked at her, “Of course, Cinderpaw!” Momentarily distracted he missed his jumping cue, paws skidding on the newly made mud. He couldn’t gain his balance so he ended up skidding in, his butt slightly scraping a rock. “Oof.” He moaned while pouting. “I guess I’m the rotten crow food,” the brown and white tom basicallly spat out. //rushed