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RIVEN - MALE - 8 MOONS

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from this perspective riven could see why cats would choose to live out in the forest. compared to the city it was practically a paradise; the rank scents of the city were absent, no upwalker threatened to tread upon you, there was life out here. the vibrancy of the world was almost unfathomable. where he was used to drab grays and browns, here there was color! so much of it - green, yellow, blue. the land was a sight to behold between the clear prominence of the sky and the sheer beauty of the nature around him.

having already been in a strange territory packed to the brim with strangers' scents, riven didn't notice the one nearby. his nose was still overwhelmed with the smells of riverclan. there was no way for his sensors to discern new from old.

had the warrior spiderfoot never spoken, she never would have been noticed. she was far too taught in blending in with the area of her home while the bloodclanner was far too submersed in the new land he had entered. in fact she could have followed him to the river, observed him attempt to catch a fish, and then escorted him out in secret without ever being sensed in the least.

as it were though, spider had spoken. in turn, the bloodclan trainee nearly jumped out of his skin. whirling around, the tom's fur was bristled on end making him look twice as big but not anymore frightening at all. the light greenery of his widened eyes was starkly visible, pupils having shrunken to ebony slits out of fear.

"i-i'm not- i'm not a kitten! came the stuttered cry of a reply. the lack of fluency made him wanted to dig a hole and hide away in it. doing so would help ease the embarrassment settling in his stomach like a stone. already he could feel that this encounter wouldn't go well.

that's what happens when you don't respect boundaries. fair was fair. why did he think this trip of his would go any other way? the comment about the river had him shy about his intentions. no, the river wasn't why he was here. it was where he was going though.

had he been interested in a body of water, leaving the city wouldn't have been necessary. telling the she-cat he was planning to steal food wasn't the better option though. to avoid meeting her gaze, riven looked to the side. suddenly the distance was much more interesting.

"i've never seen it. i was...just curious. sorry."

// sorry for errors im s o tired haa[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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extended claws clicked against the ground as his stood. stretching, the blades of his paws scratched into the ground with a ear-grazing noise. his face took upon its usually half-smirk half-scowl. it seemed impossible a feat to make such an expression but he managed. in fact he excelled at it.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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nah, he couldn't do that. he'd feel too bad. that didn't mean it wasn't a possibility though.

brushing past the three-legged feline, he replied to her question in a smooth voice. "fine as i've ever been." he circled back around to the window, glass splinters sticking from the wooden frame in a threat to slice whoever jumped to the sill. a paw, once cloud white but now stained brown after months of layering dirt and blood, lifted to his mouth. a barbed tongue the color of bubblegum ran over the clumped fur. addressing spear without looking back at her, riven asked with the silver-tongue of the devil himself, "be a dear and get me something to eat?[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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