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    Odd heterochromia green and blue eyes shown through the foggy haze of the evening like two lanterns, the thin layer of frost that covered the forestry before her coming into close contrast with the femme’s dilute calico patterned pelt. A harsh wind ruffled through her thick, tangled mass of unkept fur as the soft, pink pads of her paws softly tip-toed back to camp in her fairy-like gait.


    Isla, as she placed a single paw in front of the other, smiled downward at the crunching leaves that embedded away in the frost as she walked atop them, leaving a trail of scattered paw-prints behind her. Between her maw, the apprentice carried a collection of berries and nuts, all tied up neatly in a large leaf. With a determination that was rare for the usually lazy and careless girl, Islapaw wanted to expand the horizons of her clan mates, introduce them to her vegetarian lifestyle, allow them to understand her way of life.


    “-ellooo,” Islapaw greeted her clan mates, dropping the little feast to her paws, in her thick Jamaican accent. “I got everyone a lil’ treat to try . . . try these blueberries, and these strawberries.”


    A vegetarian lifestyle was something Bearthroat could never accustom to. He was far too large and required too many nutrients simply to survive, nutrients which only meat and fish oil provided. Nevertheless, he'd amuse his apprentice(?) with a warm smile, golden piercing gaze meeting her own mismatched one. "Blueberries? Where did you find these? I'm hoping you didn't roam too far, Islapaw." The towering warrior mused curiously followed by a slight worry, what if a predator or enemy had caught hold of her? She was far too frail to defend herself. It was his duty to mold her into a fine warrior and yet he was failing as of late but Bearthroat would never try and force a lifestyle upon the young girl. Taking a small bite into the forest berry, his smile grew at the sweet and tart taste bursting in his mouth. "They're delicious, I'll give you that."

    VIXENSONG

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    30 moons - Riverclan - Female - Warrior


    "My My Bearthroat, you're apprentice continues to impress me."


    The smooth southern twang of Vixensong would sound from behind the pair. Warm glowing green-gold eyes woul take in the sight of the berries laid before them to try, "This is quite the bounty you have found, Islapaw, you make Riverclan proud." The calico warrior would sniff each berry delicatly with her pink nose before deciding on the strawberries. She would take a small bite, letting the taste linger in her mouth for a few moments before a purr would rumble in her throat, "I won't give up on fish or mouse, this would certainly compliment them, and fill the extra space in our bellies." She would straighten back up and smile gently at Bearthroat, "I like this girl, Bearthroat."


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    VIXENPAW

    BIG HEART / RIVERCLAN


    Vixensong was her other mother. So, she came bounding over to settle in beside the female. Can I try one? Honestly, she had no idea what they were. But, she enjoyed new things and they all seemed nice enough here.


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    Padding easily up to the group came Kestrelsong. Her fluffy golden tail was waving behind her as she walked and she sat down close to Islapaw, despite not knowing the younger she-cat. She was someone that didn't care whether you had met before or not. Everyone was Kessy's friend. The sunshine colored queen glanced at the apprentice, a warm and friendly smile stretched across her maw. "Islapaw, right? I'm Kestrelsong. It's nice to meet you, dear." Her words were accompanied by a purr.


    While she was glancing down to look at the fruits and nuts she brought, she noticed who was in her company. She had been so focused on meeting the stranger that she almost didn't pay attention to the others. Venompaw, Bearthroat, and Vixensong. Lovely. She gave all three a warm, indifferent smile. Vixensong, of course, was flirting with Bearthroat and Kes tried to focus on not letting it bother her. The molly was also focusing very hard on not letting her emotions get the better of her around Bearthroat. She could hold herself together for a few minutes in this group until she could excuse herself.


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    As her mentor approached, Islapaw craned her neck to meet his eye level. They were an odd pairing for apprentice and mentor, he was macho and brave, always ready to help his clan . . . whilst she spent her days flouncing carelessly in fields of flowers and eating berries. Perhaps that made him perfect to mentor her - although she doubted that her ways could ever be changed. His worry made her maw curl up in to a lazy, crooked grin and a girly giggle left her maw. “See . . . better than eating a squirrels a**.” She chirped to Bearthroat.


    Flickering her green and blue eyes away from Bearthroat and towards the other female, Islapaw waited keenly to see how she would like the berries. “You like ‘em?!” Islapaw grinned, unravelling her thick tail from her hind quarters and standing in excitement. “Thank ya, Vixensong.” Islapaw appreciated the older warrior’s approval, she rarely received it - she was more a misfit than a keen apprentice - so when the kind words of a senior feline were given to her, she appreciated it dearly.


    “Here ya go, Vixenpaw.” The femme used her petite, ivory paw to push a bundle of the fresh blueberries to her. Although most felines wouldn’t have a taste for berries, preferring fresh meat, she was happy that her clan mates were accepting of her chosen lifestyle.


    Her flank was brushed by another female, and Islapaw’s forest-green and midnight-blue odd orbs flickered to meet the gaze of the arrival. If Islapaw wasn’t such a nonchalant and careless soul, she might have noticed the way that she-cats flirted with Bearthroat . . . but the apprentice’s mind was in the clouds, not in the possible love triangles forming in her clan. “Heyyy~,” Her raspy, thickly accented voice sung.


    “I’m Islapaw. I don’t eat meat . . . just berries and nuts. I brought some extra for everyone to try.”



    VIXENSONG

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    30 moons - Riverclan - Female - Warrior


    Vixensong purred as Vixenpaw padded up gently, taking a seat beside her. The older warrior would smile warmly at her adopted daughter and meow encouragingly, "I tried the red one and it was pretty good. It's good to try new things." When Kestrelsong appeared, Vixen tried to give her a warm smile, but noticed the indifference in the other she-cats gaze..and then how her eyes flicked between Bearthroat and herself. A twinge of annoyance sparked in her belly. Did Kestrelsong think she had a right to have every tom in the clan fawn over her? Vixensong simply ignored the look and would turn her attention back to her adopted daughter.


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    Bearthroat would grin when a familiar voice soothed into his audits gently, turning his crown slightly to watch the pretty calico saunter in. They had met but a few days ago and he still had a ‘date’ of sorts to plan between the two. Pride welled within the male when she complimented his apprentice, purring deeply in response. He knew Islapaw seeked validation with her special diet and her approval certainly seemed to have a positive impact. “I do as well, Vixensong. She’s a great scavenger.” His gravelly and alluring voice would respond, handsome features reflecting her sauve movements. His muscular bodice would then shift when Kestrelsong arrived, straightening out his posture slightly. Piercing golden eyes locked onto her verdant gaze, her indifference causing a bit of hurt to pang at his heart. Nonetheless he would great the sunset hued beauty despite his feelings, “Afternoon Kestrelsong.” He greeted briskly and turned back to his apprentice.

    ❝ THERE LIVED A CERTAIN MAN IN RUSSIA LONG AGO ❞


    Venompaw slinked up beside Bearthroat with an empty jade green gaze. From the corner of his half lidded orbs he would take notice of the warrior's actions. The straightening of his posture, the curt greeting towards Kestralsong. Nonetheless the apprentice would ignore it and turn to face Islapaw. He'd cringe to stare down at the blue and red fruit at her paws. With hesitance he'd reached forward and hook a claw into one of the red, pyramid shaped objects and yank it back towards himself. Lifting it up to eyelevel he'd sniff at it for a moment before reaching out with his tongue and licking it. It didn't taste like anything. Well, if grass didn't count as anything. So with quick movements he'd jam the fruit into his mouth and drop his gaze to the floor. His lips would be pursed as he had difficulty chewing on the fruit.


    ❝ HE WAS BIG AND STRONG, HIS EYES A FLAMING GLOW ❞

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Curiosity had gotten the better of the lilac calico as she padded over to investigate what was being said. She listened quietly as Islapaw spoke, naming the unfamiliar forest berries she had gathered as strawberries and blueberries. Understandably, she was a little reluctant to try them having not seen them before, but several others had tried them and not had any adverse effects. She lowered her head to take a small bite of a strawberry and was surprised that it had a pleasantly sweet taste.


    "Better than I expected!" Heronpaw laughed, licking her lips. "You'll have to bring back more of these to share in the future."


    Heronpaw then took the moment to slip away from her fellow apprentice and move over to her mother. Her flustered behaviour around the unfamiliar fawn maine coon. She dipped her head in acknowledgment towards the elder tom, before her gaze shifted to her mother. "Are you going to introduce us?" She asked with a light, almost teasing, tone.

    VIXENPAW

    BIG HEART / RIVERCLAN


    At the offered food and mothers reassurance, she would try one. The taste was odd, but it was not bad and she offered a purr at this. They are pretty good. She noticed the tension and let her eyes flick over to Venompaw. She felt a weird sensation and glanced away a moment. Not bad, right? She asked with a curious tone.


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