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"Skylight," Glow of Moonlight on the Water said a warmly as she could. "It is me, dear sister." Moonlight had little need to look up to recognize her twin, for the she-cat could pick out the chocolate healer's voice in the largest crowd, perhaps even with the added roar of the tumbling falls.

Moonlight had been waiting the entire afternoon for this night's hunting trip with her sister. The pair were as close as two kits could be. They'd grown up under the careful guidance of a sweet mother and strong father. Their father had once held the position Stars Alight in the Night Sky had begun to hold. Glow of the Moonlight on the Water was given doubt of Skylight's ability of leadership--due to her quiet tendencies--from their parents. Both their mother and father were surprised to find that their quiet child had such natural leadership abilities.

Slowly, Moonlight trotted out into the open to meet her sister near a small, scraggly bit of brush. Her enchanting emerald {since Sky was "brilliant blue"} gaze caught the same beautiful glimpse of the gorgeous evening sky. She also caught a quick peek of the plains ahead. Perhaps that was an eagle floating over the eastern horizon.

I'll play Hope. {I love calicos so much!}

Thank you, Jinx!

The chocolate Visionary scanned the golden-glowing horizon, a glorious palette of golds, oranges, and pinks overhead. "Yes, I do think I see an eagle," the green-eyed twin said softly. "But perhaps my own eyes see what they'd wish to, not what is their. You ears, sister, are of the stars and I can trust you've heard true."

Glow of Moonlight on the Waters welcomed her sister's tail twining. For the entirety of the sisters' lives, the twining of tails was both comfort with physical touch and to Moonlight seemed like a link that connected the two sisters as if they were one. The green-eyed cat relaxed at Skylight's touch like she would to a mother's soft tongue as a kit. And like she had under Mother's tongue, Moonlight felt safe out in the land of their tribe.

OOC: Sorry this is so short, it's super late and I'm about to pass out.

Glad this is finally up!
Tracking this so hard<333

Hope we get some joiners.

Quick bump while i've got time to be on:)

RP would be fun! Welcome Spirit {Northernlights} to the tribe.

and bump c:

Ignore this. c:

Oh, yes!

I thought you meant to do that here. Ugh, I'm so sorry. Where'd you like me to put it? {You know I'm too slow to know where it goes. c:}

Glow of the Moonlight on the Water looked over at her sister, the tribe's healer. Her tail flicked and her enchanting emerald eyes flashed. It was a clear morning and was time for a hunt. Moonlight could almost hear the eagles crying as they soared overhead, scanning for prey that would soon belong to the cats. In reality, she could hear almost nothing over the constant roar of the falls. But, the noise had grown into a hum of peacefulness in her life near it.

"Skylight," the visionary called out, "has Northernlights prepared herself for the hunting trip?" The head prey-hunter had been chosen out of the prey-hunters the just prior night. Moonlight hoped the calico she-cat was excited. The green-eyed visionary was excited herself, but tried not to be vocal about it, for she'd taught herself for moons not to be as talkative as she had as a kit.

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OOC: The right place this time. c:

Here you go! Hopefully I did it right.

//and come one and join this awesome tribe, guys~<3

The chocholate cat gazed up at the sky, not noticing how dark it had gotten in the short time the pair had been out of the main camp. White stars had begun to dapple the sky overhead. And there it was, the circle moon, as full as it was the night of their birth. "It is."

Moonlight thought that perhaps they'd have some luck on "their" night. And perhaps, after they'd finished giving close comfort to one another, they could share a little of what they'd caught. She met her sister's blue eyes then turned in the direction of her sister's ear flick. It's scent wafted up into her nose and she could almost see its little brown body in the grasses. "Here comes the bird."

//meh sorry it isn't a whole lot to work off of, my muse is just running away. gotta go catch it

I'm fairly new to this site, so excuse me if I've done this all wrong, but I have my RiverClan warrior, Autumnfin. Only the fact that he is a returning member. When he was a kit, his parents were loners and gave him to a queen who'd just had kits of her own. They raised him like he was of RiverClan and everyone thought he was. Eventually, his "sisters" drowned and his "parents" were stolen away {and maybe even murdered!} He left to try and find out, but now he's back--but he wont talk about his past at ALL. If your cat is a warrior or even an older apprentice, you are welcome to have them vaguely recognize him {even though you may not know him or me at all}--or you can just have them have no idea of who he is. It's up to you. Now to the IC part. c:

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IC:
The morning was crisp and clear. The camp was bustling like it has and like it always would. It looked in just the way the orange tom remembered it. He swore he even recognized a few of the cats that were running around. The air was as warm and clean as it had been when he was a kit. It even carried the scent of welcoming feelings it always had. Autumnfin felt a pang of emotion hit him. He felt sad and in pain. The warrior missed this place and was all too glad to be back.

What if one of these cats actually recognized him? What if they remembered his orange fur? His red tail? Would any of them say anything about his childhood? The drowning of his sisters Crisppaw and Tearpaw? Or even the mysterious kidnapping of his parents? Thinking of these memories made the tom feel sick. He didn't want them anymore. He wished they would leave him.

He wanted to be alone, but he knew that in a clan of this size, he'd never get some peace. And look, another cat had just started to walk up.

A few strides behind her sister, she moved with the same gait. She remained swift as the wind, but held the same elegance of a swan. Her green gaze switched from her sister to the target: the large brown bird not but a few feet overhead, closing in on it's prey, the mouse, as they were closing in on it. The only difference was their attack was to be from the ground up, while the bird's was a tight swoop downward.

In on fluid motion, she did move from the ground up. Her hindlegs, built for jumping from the ledges found near the waterfall, propelled her up into the air like a spring. The spring was set on two hard pawpads, toughened by they camp's rocky setting. The she-cat's tail was long and sleek, balancing each of her swift steps. In the air, she caught a glance of her sister reaching for the bird.

Claws outstretched, she did the same. It was an instant later when she could feel the bird's feathers in her mouth, almost choking her. Losing momentum, she's begun to fall away. With quick reflexes, she extended a clawed grasp and managed to claw the bird's extended wing, then fell away onto the grass. She flopped down with a thump then tumbled over before coming to a stop. She hoped that her sister could keep a hold of the bird and make up for the visionary's misfired aim. The she-cat slowly rolled to her feet after a few moments of putting herself together again.

The red-tailed tom looked up, peeled away from his own thoughts. "Petalpaw?" he looked over at the voice, vaguely recognizing it. It had to have been hers. He remembered it almost clearly. He remembered it when his sisters would speak with her when he and his sisters were apprentices. His sisters. Tearpaw. Crisppaw. Neither had gotten to receive their warrior names. Autumnfin had hardly received his own when he left. Perhaps it was even his first night's vigil that he left. Peeling himself away from memories, he got up to meet the she-cat. "Oh," he frowned. Petalpaw wasn't much of a kit anymore. "Not much of an apprentice anymore are we?" Perhaps he never finished his first night's vigil. Perhaps this clan would never accept him for that. Would that be what she remembered of him. He shouldn't dwell on it. Perhaps it'd be wise to just make some simple conversation and not think about his own past. "So how has the hunting been?"

OOC: I don't know if she was a kit, warrior, or apprentice when he left, so I made something up. And remember, anyone can join this!

"Petalnose?" he repeated the name, admiring the softness of it. "Very pretty name, indeed." He lowered his eyes, not wanting to have to stare into hers. She reminded him too much of his own sisters. Maybe she didn't share the stone-grey pelts of his sisters, but the way she'd share words with them as kits tied many memories of them with her. The tom recalled that she may have even gone to one of their earliest gatherings as apprentices with him.

Flood in camp. He couldn't recall one happening... He looked up at her, worried. "There was a flood?" his voice was growing in concern. "Is everyone all right? No drownings? Or anything else?" Drownings. Why did he say that? How could he think to say that?! He began to think of his owns sisters and looked at his feet to avoid making eye contact.

OOC: All righty.