REACH OUT, TOUCH FAITH — bloodclanner

  • He had been somehow successful in his endeavor to get to Riverclan through Skyclan, and honestly, Ryland has surprised even himself in doing so. When he'd spoken to the Skyclanners at their border, he had felt that maybe they wouldn't let him through. After all, they had each regarded him with a wariness that had been hard to miss, considering the fact that he smells of thunderpath and monster and soot and all other things that forest cats hate. But as he had cracked joke after joke about his own clan and how much he dislikes it himself, somehow he had pleased them enough to escort him to one of the borders he often longed to see—and he's glad that someone could take a joke, for once. Bloodclanners are always so awfully serious.


    As he approaches the majestic river he'd been looking forward to, flanked on all sides by Skyclanners he doesn't know the names of, he hardly even bothers to pay attention to his escorts. He'd been casually chatting with them all the way from border to border, but now he falls silent as he hurries toward the slow-moving water in front of him, his body suddenly crumpling into a scrawny meatloaf by the riverbank as he peers into its blue depths, slate eyes wide and curious. "The river!" comes his sudden excited whisper, one white-tipped paw darting out to tap at the cold surface of the water. He recoils almost immediately—that is COLD. "Oh, it's so much bigger than the one in Bloodclan. How do the River-Cats get across?" he asks, turning his head to look at the Skyclanners close behind him, evidently searching for answers. "They swim? Right? Or- Or are they stuck?"


    JUNIPERTHORN   .Mothshine.

    IN THE END YOU GOTTA—SAY,I WON'T LISTEN!

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  • //hope its alright if I post, if not I can delete and wait for skyclan c:


    BloodClan. Their scent was impossible to miss, for they were the only clan that reeked of the twolegplace they crawled in. Everyone knew of the rivalry that the two groups had. BloodClan were always looking for trouble while RiverClan itched for retribution. Needless to say, there was some bad blood between them.


    It didn't take long for Creekfang to spot him, given the fact that he was practically yowling straight into the treeline facing the border. She would have probably given him a swipe to the muzzle if it weren't for the SkyClan warriors flanking him on all sides. What was this? Some kind of babysitting job?


    "Whaddya want?" she said as she approached the shoreline, her pale green gaze briefly flickering over the members of the patrol before landing on Ryland. Honestly, she had no clue as to what their explanation would be for bringing a city rat all their way through their territory to see the river.


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  • He wasn't all too ecstatic to have to take this curious BloodClanner to the RiverClan border- he was sure their allies would not be too happy about them bringing an escort from a Clan that had continuously tortured them and their members to the riverside to 'show him around'. Anticipating queries, he had been thinking of responses in his head on the way there whilst Ryland had been idly chatting to them, as at home as he could be walking on hostile territory. "There's a river in BloodClan?" Juniperthorn asked, curiosity in his tone despite wanting to maintain a fairly neutral conversation with Ryland. He'd only ever been inside BloodClan territory once, for the funeral of his sister, and he didn't remember seeing a river. Though... this was over seven moons ago, now. "But yes, they swim. Just like SkyClan climbs, RiverClan swims." He looked to Mothshine for a moment, as if begging her to utilise her friendlier nature to keep him entertained- but she didn't like Bloodclanners as much as he. He couldn't exactly ask her to be best friends with this guy.


    Creekfang was not a RiverClan warrior that Juniperthorn had run into before, and she seemed rather blunt, wanting to get straight to the point. As expected- the Skyclanner did not fault her for it, for if two Riverclanners brought across a Bloodclanner to ogle at SkyClan's territory he certainly wouldn't warmly welcome them. "This is Ryland. He came to us earlier today asking to see the river, and we're took him here so he'll stop bothering us," he summarised. "There's nothing to worry about."

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  • "Funny, because when I tried to go and see BloodClan they told me off." A low growl would escape the feline as she moved to pad up alongside Creekfang, the fur on the back of her neck began to bristle with annoyance as she remembered that damn patrol. How she was told she carried no right to seeing her kin, how her sisters were so swift to turn her away simply because she was RiverClan. The scent of hypocrisy was strong... but then again she was assuming the BloodClanner that stood across the border with SkyClan was the same as the rest. She lacked awareness he wasn't blood thirsty and cruel. She looks to Juniperthorn and assumably Mothshine casting them a suspicious look... didn't they too have bad blood with BloodClan? "SkyClan and BloodClan become buddies or something? Weren't they a constant nuisance to you bunch only about a moon or two ago?" SkyClan had always been easy to forgive, especially during Minnowstar's reign. Had Heronstar fallen back to the same roots as their previous leader?


    //im so sorry shes just really suspicious and bitter over her last encounter with bc i love them all

  • ---Young, young, young and a menace.


    "I didn't realize 'give them what they want' is now how we handle BloodClan pests." Without the succinct words or calm tone of Komodofire, he made himself very clear and known as he stepped up alongside his clanmates with a huff of annoyance. His icy blue eyes narrowed at Juniperthorn and he showed his teeth as he hissed, "Not YOUR river to go showing off! Last I checked you were a SKYClanner. Why don't you give him a trip up there instead?" Throw him up high or kill him so he could visit StarClan briefly before they threw him back into the dark woods he belonged, whatever worked. Asterpaw clicked his tongue dismissively, unhappily, if they liked StarClan so much they could all bloody go there finally and leave the sensible cats to walk the earth rather than continue to allow these glorified rogues to go parading about like they owned the place. Oooh, a BloodClanner jumps a border to attack one of their clanmates and its fine with Gladestar but golly you cross one border accidentally to chase a mouse and its 'you need to obey the code'. No one ELSE was obeying the code, to him it was clear; break what you had to break to survive. He was going to lose his temper standing her basking in BloodClan scent.

    Asterpaw spit towards Ryland's paws in a mimicry of what Henpelt had done when visiting BloodClan with Komodofire before.

    "Beat it, blood boy!"

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    asterpaw ✽ 6 moons ✽ tyro ✽ bloodclan ✽ TAGS

  • Ryland listens as Juniperthorn answers his question, the cinnamon tom even throwing his own neutral question into the mix, and he nods in due response to the Skyclan deputy. "Oh yeah, it's, uh—it's sort of a river," he tries to explain, his focus taken from his company as he turns away, one paw once again reaching out to bat at the water. This time his aim is on the tiny silvery minnows flickering just under the surface, and he smiles to himself as they dart away, only to regroup once more under the shadow of his paw. "It's smaller, though, and... More shallow. It's not as pretty. I think twolegs made it." He tilts his ears backward to listen to his escort as he explains that Riverclan can indeed swim, and not only that, but Skyclan can climb. How neat! "Do you all have your own strengths? All these clans?" he asks curiously, finding his tail flickering at its dark tip, betraying his excitement. To be in the world of the forest cats is so... Strange, yet so interesting.


    For a moment he focuses his gaze across the river, longing to cross it and explore the world of the marsh and the water for himself, rather than only being able to ask questions. But his eyes catch movement along the reeds, and abruptly, he sits up, leaning forward to get a closer look at the cat who appears on the other side of the border. Creekfang—the first Riverclanner he's ever met, face to face. Well, face to face across a river, if that counts. She sees him as a rat, bloodthirsty and cruel; and yet he only looks at her in amazement, silvery eyes running along the oily sheen to her fur ever so curiously. It must be oily like that to keep them dry in the water. But how? Diet? Fish? "I wanted to see you, River-Cat!" he calls across the water in response to her question, though his voice quiets as another steps out from the reeds, this one bristling, growling. She reminds him of the first time he'd spoken to the Skyclanners, where he'd not exactly been received well, either. But he keeps his cool in the face of aggression, only chuckling to her words with an amused twitch of his whiskers.


    "I think we're still a constant nuisance," he assures Komodofire, dipping his white paw into the water fully to let it float in the icy current, his voice oddly chipper for what he's saying. "Bloodclan hates everyone for some reason. I'm not sure why. You forest cats are so much—less murder-y." For a moment, his smile fades, focus pulled from the two Riverclanners to instead run along the reflections dancing in the current, but the sudden aggressive words of Asterpaw break him from whatever moral dilemma that had briefly itched at the back of his mind. He comes bearing tooth and claw, even going so far as to hock a loogie clear across the river, where it's carried away by the flow of the water, not having quite reached its target. Ryland lifts his brow, clearly impressed by the apprentice and his furious display, but he doesn't react how the Riverclanner had likely hoped. "Dang! You can spit far, man!" he instead calls, practically putting aside the aggression as if it had never even happened. They have a right to be angry with him. He can say nothing to calm them—all he can do is continue to be friendly, and perhaps even try and make them feel at ease, as he'd done with Skyclan. "I'd spit back at you, but I don't wanna start a war. Bloodclanners cause too much trouble as is, from what I've heard, heheh."

    IN THE END YOU GOTTA—SAY,I WON'T LISTEN!

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  • Well, whatever she had been expecting, this was not it. The weight of unease that hung in the air between her and the BloodClan tom settled like dust. He was friendly enough to not warrant any sort of hostility—in fact, he seemed more curious than anything. That didn't mean she was gonna be best friends with this guy, but at least she knew he was relatively harmless and not worth chasing out at the moment.


    That still didn't stop her from being suspicious, and from the look on the faces of her clanmates, it wasn't gonna stop them either. The still, frigid air was suddenly alive with fire spitting straight from Komodo's tongue, a low snarl aimed in the direction of the stranger. Creekfang couldn't blame her. It was weird how easily SkyClan would willingly take the city-dweller for a nice little stroll in the woods. If he had come to RiverClan's doorstep and asked her, she would have told him to beat it. Things started to get a little too heated as Asterpaw began telling off the SkyClan deputy. As amusing as it was, she didn't feel like having to break up a fight today. "Alright, lets chill out. He's stayin' on SkyClan's side of the border."


    With her attention turned back to Ryland, she noted how exhilarated he was by the sound of the rushing water and by the sight of her alone. Had he never seen a RiverClanner before? "So, uh, you guys took him all the way here just to look at the river?" she asked with a glance at Juniperthorn. She still didn't understand it at all, but at least it wasn't her problem to deal with. As Ryland began describing the forest clans as less murder-y, she gave a snort of laughter. "That's one way to say it." Maybe what he meant to say was that RiverClan and SkyClan didn't hurt cats for fun, but that was a thought she would keep to herself.

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  • "It doesn't matter if hes staying on SkyClan's side of the border, we had done the same and BloodClan decided to attack Henpelt and tell us off with hostile words. I'm not taking a stand for their blatant hypocrisy... if this tom wants nothing but to see the river than hes gotten what he wanted. He should be on his way." Komodofire was angry, upset, and arguably she had the right to be... Maybe she would be more allowing if she knew this BloodClanner wasn't like the rest of them and he actually had a moral compass. After all how often was it did you run into a kind and caring BloodClanner? Clearly not too often. Komodofire hadn't even been nice when she roamed their streets, she had been just like them and had partaken in the same cruel games as they did.


    And for once she agreed with Asterpaw's words, they had no place anywhere near RiverClan territory and SkyClan's deputy had some real nerve bringing him here... and while the BloodClan cats words were not hostile something was just off. He was far to honest, BloodClanner's were never honest, so surely that meant something was wrong... Not exactly with him but with this situation. She didn't like it. "Well SkyClan has allowed you to see the river, thats all you wanted right? Now get lost back to BloodClan." Usually the molly was far from this hostile, so quick to anger. Ko herself almost didn't even know who was talking, she was just annoyed.

    In the end the BloodClanner got to see what he wanted to see during his visit, when Ko had done the same at the BloodClan border she didn't even get close.

    She shoots a narrowed look to Juniperthorn, she dared them to stick around with the BloodClanner.

  • SkyClan's stance on BloodClan apparently changed each moon. Bonefrost remembered when they'd hated the city dwelling cats and, before that, how they'd befriended them. If this little excursion was anything to judge by, SkyClan was sliding neatly back into the "friendly" camp. What a bunch of hypocrites.


    "Didn't expect you to get all chummy with the city rats," he addressed the two SkyClanners. "I had a slightly higher opinion of SkyClan." (Which wasn't altogether true; Bonefrost rarely discriminated between the groups outside RiverClan, but even for SkyClan, this was a low.) Ryland might be on the other side of the border, but SkyClan had decided to bring him there - and what did they call the friend of an enemy, again? Right - enemy. Surely SkyClan didn't want to be branded that way.


    Falling silent, he fasted sanguine-tinted eyes on Ryland, fully expecting the tabby to take the less than subtle hint and go.

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  • It wasn't a case of 'once upon a time' SkyClan hated BloodClan. The two groups were at great hostility already, what with Primrosekit's kidnapping. The fur along his back bristled violently... seeing seething figures before him reminded him of how much RiverClan scent set off alarm bells in his head. But he settled himself. "We will be taking him back promptly, trust me." he spoke through gritted teeth. Obviously this guy was no threat- he was acting like a kid, for StarClan's sake. The fact he even had to babysit this BloodClanner was irritating to him. "But yes, that's our whole business. We apologise to have alarmed you." he sighed, flattening his ears back, clearly too exhausted to deal with this whole situation.


    Komodofire clearly had some deep written issues with BloodClan, which wasn't exactly something he had a tremendous problem with. So he did not bite back at her aggressive words, mainly since he agreed with them. "It isn't like we brought a group of those glorified rogues on a tour through our territory- this is one cat. Look at him and tell me he is going to attack any of you. BloodClan are hypocrites and murderers, but it seems this one hates them as much as we do." he snorted. Looking to Bonefrost, he added, "I'm sorry to have broken such an opinion. If you think SkyClan and BloodClan are friends, you are sorely mistaken." He looked to Ryland in irritation for the friction he had cause, beckoning his tail for the other.

    "You've seen the river and caused enough trouble for today. Let's go," he urged, dipping his head toward the Riverclanners. So righteous, so set on condemning cats that had hurt others... yet as he turned his back on them, they would see the scar carved upon his spine by one of their own. No justice had been brought to his attacker. Barely anyone but his mother had even cared, and even then she had eventually forgiven them. Yet he had to stand before them and treat them with respect. Oh, how he wished he could like them without hate brewing in his gut and clouding his view with poison.

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  • Ryland is not exactly what anyone expects from a Bloodclanner. Even he knows that he doesn't belong among the ranks of the murderous and the damned, but his ties to the bloodthirsty clan fill him with enough fear that he refuses to leave, on the basis of not wanting to get killed for being disloyal. He'd already explained that to the Skyclanners, but of course, the Riverclanners don't know. All they know is that he walks on a path lit by no stars, where teeth and claws are used for much more than hunting. He wishes he could be like the cats before him—familial, loyal, kind, without the threat of punishment. He knows they only treat him poorly because they're afraid of him; if he were to stand in their pawprints, he would fear himself, too. With bright eyes, he flicks his gaze back to Creekfang, pleased to hear her laugh, if only but a snort. She seems the kindest of those gathered, and he longs to hold a conversation with her further, similar to the budding friendship he'd formed with Arcticwind after a similar encounter. He then looks to Komodofire, and his smile does fade. He'd not been there for whatever she went through, but his heart aches for her. They must have done something awful to her—or maybe more than one thing, knowing some of his clanmates.


    "I'm not a Blood-Clanner," Ryland ventures to the gray molly, using their terminology finally (albeit strangely), something in his chest squeezing as he says those words. "I live in Bloodclan... But, I—" He's cut off suddenly, and fails to explain himself before Bonefrost, a new arrival, voices his own opinion. Again, he wants him gone, but Ryland keeps calm despite it all. He searches briefly for words, wanting to tell them all why he's here, why he wants to learn so desperately about them; but then Juniperthorn gives into the taunting, likely because it's not only Ryland being insulted, but Skyclan as well, for even interacting with him. The deputy wants to take him back, throw him back into that awful place and away from the beauty of the forest and the river. Ryland can't help but to hunch down on the riverbank, ears suddenly pinning themselves back as he makes himself look smaller, less bothersome.


    "It's not the Sky-Cats' fault that I'm here," he calls, his voice taking on a slight note of desperation, as if he fears that Juniperthorn is about to drag him away by his tail. "It's mine. I- Don't blame them—I just want to learn. Like, how does fish taste? How did you guys learn how to swim—is it a tradition? And... Wh-Why does Bloodclan kill and the forest doesn't? Why is..." He sighs uselessly, finding himself trailing off, his heartbeat feeling rather loud in his chest. "Why is Bloodclan so unnecessarily awful? I hate it there, it's—well, I probably should have led with that..." God, he's an idiot. He shakes his head, looking down at the water again. "A-Anyway, I'm stuck there. I- heh, I don't like most of them."

    IN THE END YOU GOTTA—SAY,I WON'T LISTEN!

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  • a sight for sore eyes to some, the small medicine cat would lumber from the line of trees towards the group. familiar blues absolutely shining with curiosity and warmth, ears perked, tail high. finchblossom seemed rather delighted by the scene in front of her (or maybe just at the sight of her friends and family, seeing the way her eyes fixed on them). "hello, everyone," she chirped as she came to stand next to juniperthorn, allowing herself to brush against him fondly.

    after way too many beats, she'd finally notice the stranger in their midst. "hello! a-are we all visiting riverclan?" whether she was oblivious to the tension of the gathered cats or simply ignoring it was unclear.

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  • Why does BloodClan kill? That was a funny one. It was a mystery that every single cat in the forest had been trying to solve since the dawn of the clans. Why couldn't they just be decent like everyone else? Why the hell couldn't they just keep to themselves and not go around torturing those who had done nothing to them? "I dunno. Why don't you go ask your lovely clanmates?" she scoffed. Yeah, she knew she was biased, but how could she respect a clan that lived in eternal violence? Inflicting pain just for the rush of adrenaline, the image of power engraved onto their twisted minds, tearing through the forest and ripping apart families just for the sake of watching someone bleed? Stolen lives were a tally mark drawn with crescent claws on the sidewalk. She could never understand the cold indifference with which they viewed the souls of forest cats. She hated them.


    But she also felt bad for the guy.


    Clearly, he wasn't one of them. He wasn't one of the pigs that had made the lives of so many cats absolute hell. He wasn't one who wanted to shred the hearts and souls of every forest cat and kittypet, to smash their lives into pieces just for the thrill. No, maybe this one was different. Ryland continued on with his questions, clearly curious about clan life. She had a feeling that the other three wouldn't be willing to answer, so she'd have to step up to the plate for this one. "We don't murder cats here in the forest because we're normal," she stated bluntly. Not exactly hostile......just straight-forward. "And yeah.......we swim to catch our prey, and for fun sometimes. Our fur is waterproof, so its easier for us to learn how to swim than most cats." She cast a glance at Juniperthorn. He was clearly frustrated, most likely from the heated anger radiating from her clanmates paired with the annoyance of having to deal with babysitting the BloodClanner. She sighed, scuffing the earth with her paw a bit as Ryland continued. "Y'know, you're not really stuck anywhere. Tell that leader of yours to go suck it, and then leave. I know it's not as easy as it sounds.......but its better than spending the rest of your life in misery. Guess you'll have to take the risk."


    Luckily, someone else showed up to diffuse the tension right as it was reaching its peak. She recognized Finchblossom, the medicine cat who she remembered faintly from her childhood. Since her return, she had heard the news of her departure to SkyClan, but it was only temporary. "Hey, good to see ya," Creekfang called across the glistening stream, waving her tail in greeting to her old clanmate.


    WHO GIVES A DAMN IF WE LOSE THE WAR?

    ——— ⋆ LET THE WALLS COME DOWN, LET THE ENGINES ROAR

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  • ---Young, young, young and a menace.


    "I don't know about that, I'm feeling kind of murder-y." Asterpaw mumbled to himself unhappily, head down and eyes glowering at the ground beneath his paws for anything else to focus on outside of this nonsense before him. BloodClan sure had a lot of stupid members, or scared members apparently...

    He couldn't understand staying in a place you didn't like just because you had nowhere else to go. There were so many clans in the forest that WEREN'T BloodClan, the guy had no excuse. Not that he'd be allowed to join RiverClan. Gladestar might be okay with it, but a certain silver tabby was going to take the opportunity to jump the guy in his sleep if he ended up coming this way.

    At Creekfang's remark to 'tell your leader to suck it' he broke out into a sudden, pitched laugh and Asterpaw didn't laugh very often; he was too busy being brooding and angry at the world for no real reason but the she-cat had peeked his interest with her words. He liked her. She was alright in his book.

    Finally lifting his head he spotted Finchblossom and bounced forward on his paws toward the edge of the river, "Finchblossom! Hi! When are you coming back?"

    Please leave Skyclan they are dangerous morons. Come back to RiverClan where it is safe, if not a little boring.

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    asterpaw ✽ 6 moons ✽ tyro ✽ bloodclan ✽ TAGS

  • Behind Ryland approaches a girl with little grasp on the tension from the Riverclanners gathered across the water. Her presence is oddly cheery compared to what he's used to receiving from the forest cats—she's a friendly, somewhat naïve molly by the looks of it, and Ryland turns his head to glance at her as she speaks, offering her a curious smile along with a greeting flick of the chocolate tip of his tail. "Yeah, I'm trying to, uhh- learn about you forest cats!" he affirms, though his attention is pulled back to his less pleasant company as Creekfang scoffs, and Ryland smiles shyly. He would ask his own clan why they did what they did, but he's sure he wouldn't get a positive answer. Why ask a murderer why he murders? If not for some tragic backstory (which is never a good reason, no matter the trauma a cat went through), Ryland assumes that they likely do it for the rush and the adrenaline that comes from being bad and breaking rules. But Ryland... Ryland is not like them, no. He's moralistic, mellow, friendly. The thought of taking a life only comes to his mind in hypothetical situations; if he was attacked, he would fight back. But would he really kill to protect himself? The question makes his fur itch—he doesn't ponder it.


    Straight-forward words catch his attention again, and his mind is pulled away from his moral standing to focus onto what Creekfang has to say. They don't kill because they're normal. But why? What makes a forest cat normal and a street cat not? What pushes the street cats to lash out in the ways they do? Ryland has never felt the need to lash out, and he's a street cat. But is that because he grew up a kittypet? Is he soft because of his comfortable twoleg upbringing? The questions flood his mind as if Creekfang had opened up the walls of a dam, but Ryland keeps his silence out of respect, only nodding in agreement. She then explains to him a few things about the culture of the Riverclanners, such as how they swim to catch prey, or even to have fun. He wants to learn to swim, and have waterproof fur to keep him nice and dry—and clear as day in his expression is his visible awe of her words. He can't see himself ever actually learning to swim, but it's an interesting concept. Maybe then he wouldn't drown in the event that he ever fell into the canal or the river. Still he keeps his silence, letting her finish with only another receptive nod in response. Then she tells him that he's not stuck, and finally, a laugh bubbles up in his throat. "Oh I promise, I'm stuck," Ryland chuckles, shaking his head with a nervous smile. "Creature is nice to you if you're her clanmate. But if you betray her..." One paw lifts, claws unsheathing as he dramatically runs them across his own throat. "Dead! Plus I, uh... Ah-heh, I have a few friends there. Cats who don't kill."


    The murder-y comment was too quiet for Ryland to catch, but as Asterpaw releases a high-pitched laugh, Ryland looks toward the feisty apprentice again with a grin, glad that his clanmate had lifted his spirits, if just by a little. Judging by his initial reaction to his presence, it seems like he was born and raised to hate Bloodclan. Does their war with each other span multiple generations? He'd mostly assumed that their relationship with one another had always festered like an infected wound, and seeing as even the youth hate his strange home, that's probably right. He doesn't even want to change that opinion—after all, he shares it. There would be no point in trying to convince these wild cats that Bloodclan isn't all bad. All he can do is share himself and allow them to make their own opinion on his behalf, not on the behalf of his whole clan. This one, along with Creekfang, both seem to know the friendly cat from before—Finchblossom. Where has he heard that name before? For a moment he turns his head to once again look at the Siamese, squinting briefly in thought, and then it hits him. Oh! "You're Finchblossom? Sinclair said something about you once," he chirps, remembering what the tuxedo tom had told him—she had been a source of herbs, and like his friend had told her before, Ryland's pelt is indeed covered in injuries. Some are deep, some shallow, some healing, some fresh. He does look pretty beaten up, doesn't he? Such is the way of Bloodclan. "Nice to meet you!"


    / im rly sorry for my essays i just LOVE ry being able to talk to forest cats akjsdh he is so curious!!!!!

    IN THE END YOU GOTTA—SAY,I WON'T LISTEN!

    RYLAND » TRAPPER OF BLOODCLAN » REF & TAGS » PENNED BY GREAHOUND

  • Duckpaw was super late to the party but hey, better late than never, right? There was a BloodClanner and SkyClanners by the border! She had never met a BloodClanner before, and oddly enough, she was super excited. Of course, she knew that BloodClan cats were dangerous, but she felt strangely intrigued.


    She padded over to the border, surveying the strangers with curious blue eyes. "Hello, visitors!" she greeted them with a wave of her tail. She then addressed specifically Ryland. "So, you're a BloodClanner, right? And you say that you're stuck?" she moved a little closer, feeling rather daring. "What makes you stuck? Why don't you just leave? Do you want to talk about it? Do you need help?" While perhaps she just sounded incredibly excited and eager, there was a certain soft look in her eyes as she spoke. Duckpaw was a kind cat - she was always prepared to help others, even if she herself was put at risk. She knew she would stay up all night, even sacrificing sleep, just to make someone else smile.


    Realising that she had certainly invaded Ryland's personal space a little while talking, she backed away, licking her chest fur a little. "Sorry for coming at you with so many questions," the cinnamon furred apprentice answered, feeling a little embarrassed, "But I mean, you're asking plenty of questions too, so I guess I shouldn't be feeling so bad about it!" the young molly gave the stranger a small smile. "It's just that I've never met a real life BloodClanner before. I've just heard elders stories, that's all. And I'm just kinda confused as to how you're stuck in BloodClan, too. Sounds pretty worrying, y'know." Duckpaw hoped she wasn't being a nuisance - she was genuinely concerned. Maybe acting all buddy-buddy with a BloodClanner wasn't exactly what she was meant to do, but she knew she wasn't breaking the code. Though she had come pretty close to crossing, her large paws still stayed firmly on her side of the border. She hadn't revealed any secrets to this cat, either. She was kind, but not naive. She knew this was a BloodClanner and she knew better than to get comfortable too quickly.

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  • Creekfang knew BloodClan showed no mercy to traitors. Once you became a city rat you were stuck as one, bound by shackles, blood drawn and spilled upon the floor to signify undying loyalty. To leave was a death sentence, unless you were lucky enough to make it under the protection of another clan. She couldn't help but shake her head incredulously as he spoke again. "Seems a bit controlling, huh? Huntin' you down if you leave?" It was then that she realized just how dismal the situation was. Because he was born there, he was trapped there for life. There was nothing he could do to stop cats from hating him, from spitting on him, nothing he could do to escape the violence. She was silent for a few moments, her pensive gaze traveling across the stream to rest on him. But maybe you could try. Try his luck in the woods. He would have a target on his back but......there had to be an alternative. There had to be somewhere he could go. She knew her clanmates wouldn't accept him, but part of her still wanted to put that offer out there. I wish you could come with us.


    It's his choice. Nothin' you can do. She was aware of Duckpaw and Asterpaw talking beside her, but her mind was still thinking of possibilities for a cat she barely knew. "Well, if you're gonna stay there, then good luck to you." She forced herself to think of something else other than Ryland's seemingly bleak future.


    Her eyes narrowed a bit when he mentioned his leader. Creature. "Oh, her. Yeah, she's the one that took a chunk out of Henpelt's shoulder for talking back to her. I thought the leader of the most dangerous clan would have thicker skin," she quipped. Honestly, there was no logical explanation for the BloodClan leader's actions. It was pretty embarassing, if not plain stupid, for now they had made RiverClan even more of an enemy. The whole thing just seemed like a power trip to Creekfang.


    //no worries i love the long posts and these interactions are great !


    WHO GIVES A DAMN IF WE LOSE THE WAR?

    ——— ⋆ LET THE WALLS COME DOWN, LET THE ENGINES ROAR

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