GIVE ME SOMETHING, MAYBE I DONT HAVE TO RUSH [reintroduction; o]

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    ◾️ Storm wasn't much of a talker that's for sure. But the young warrior knew it was time he started trying more. Most knew of his origins being Bloodclan born, and Nightstar seemed to be the type to not really judge. Luckily.


    But now he considered Riverclan his home. They were all struggling but hopefully the fish would return as the river began to thaw. He hoped Starclan would at least grant them that a little early. Now, the black tom was lucky to have caught the massive bird. A rare catch indeed. It's body was a tan color with large wings and a long black neck, accented with a white mask. What was this thing called again? A GOOSE! It's life ended shortly after being caught in some twoleg thing and of course Stormwhisper would take the chance to pick it up and feed his clanmates with it's fatty nutrients. Dragging it through the territory was a little difficult, but entering into camp he couldn't help but feel proud of himself.


    "SPEECH"

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    Tempestwing had spoken on and off with Stormwhisper in the time that he'd been a RiverClanner, though the two had never been overly close. The sound of something being dragged onto the bank caused the dark she-cat to lift her head from the small fish she'd been eating, delight chasing shock across her features as the bicolour tom dragged the large waterfowl into the camp.


    "Holy StarClan, Stormwhisper." She meowed, approval and delight shining clear in her voice as she stood up. This would feed the whole Clan if they were careful with it. "This is amazing! Do you need help moving it?"


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    BLUEPAW ♚

    Riverclan - Apprentice - Male - 10 moons


    ― Bluepaw was situated near the apprentice’s den. He was lying on his belly, his paws tucked neatly beneath his chest. Underneath his muzzle was a slightly stale mouse that he was making his way through, chewing carefully. He was busy with his meal, mind wandering to various mundane topics, when a new scent caught his nose. His mentor must have noticed, seeing her lift her head. He followed her line of sight just as Stormwhisper entered camp. Bluepaw’s ears and whiskers twitched. That smelled much more appetizing than his current meal. He fixed the older tom with his icy gaze. “How’d you manage to catch that thing?” He asked, his mew giving away genuine curiosity.

    Prey was still a bit short but Rye could tell it was quickening up. Slowly but surely. “That’s a great catch Stormwhisper!” They’d had a few conversations but they had never really bonded too much. Hopefully that would change soon. Rye sure did need more friends, and Storm seemed like a perfect guy to be friends with: he was kind.

           

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    Russetpaw had only seen geese on a few occasions: numerous times flying well above him, and two or three near the river before they fled at the sight of him. The apprentice had a hard time hunting because his balance wasn't all there, he tripped over his paws all too much, and dragged his belly too close to the ground. Because of his own shortcomings, Russetpaw couldn't help but feel envious of Stormwhisper's great catch. The best he had done was a fat, slow-moving squirrel that was preoccupied with burying its acorns for winter. He imagined how proud the warrior must have felt bringing back something that would feed the entire clan, and smiled thinking that perhaps one day he would feel such a sense of accomplishment himself. "That's so cool, Stormwhisper!" Russetpaw commented from the sidelines, eyes glimmering with admiration.

    ◾️ Stormwhisper chuckled, it was pure luck really. He was lucky enough to have found the poor bird, and it was a miracle it was already weak as it was before he finished it off. Looking at his clanmates really made the tuxedo tom smile. It was nice to feel like he belonged somewhere. "I was just lucky really. I'm not the best at hunting despite dragging this thing here. If you guys wanna help out, be my guest. This thing is a little heavier than it looks despite it being such a feathery bird."


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