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[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]It appeared that her screechy input did not really help whether or not Ramses jumped to the bank. She had been certain that he was going to miss, or slip on the rock, but he didn't, so it turned out that Rosewater did not die, even if she had been certain she had been about to. Instead, she just got slammed into mud and had one of the most traumatic experiences of her life, but Ramses's idea had not been all that idiotic after all. Seriously, Rosewater herself had never thought up a plan to get off the rock, so her saying that it was idiotic was... really not helpful whatsoever. The kitten heaved a great breath when she was on land, and then retched up some water. With that, she wobbled a few steps and then flopped down, feeling the icy chill of the water soaking into her bones. Worst of all, she was covered in mud. Goddamn mud! Mud on her, on her bow, and mud everywhere. She was so relieved and terrified and angry about the mud, that she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

The first thing she did, besides flop on the ground, was not thank Ramses for saving her life and ask him if she could do anything to repay him. No, no, no. Instead, she did something really, really Rosewater-like. At least she was still being characteristically unpleasant. "Okay, but, like, I'm covered in... in... mud!"[color=pink] The formerly pure-white kitten practically sobbed, trying to clean herself by licking her fur. That just ended up with her having a mouthful of mud, and spat it out angrily. She was soaked in cold water, had cold mud splattered on her, had almost died, had been saved, and her biggest concern seemed to be the mud. [color=#FFFFFF]"I don't know if my bow's going to be okay! I don't even know if it can go in water and be fine, but now it got coated in mud! Ughhh!" [color=pink]She was tempted to go jump in the river again, to clean herself off, but the smart part of her told her not to do that, and that she was only thinking of that because she wasn't quite in tune with herself right then.

Rosewater took a huge, deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't really working. It was funny how she was going ballistic and Ramses, whom had just had to save himself and her, was pretty chill- it was obvious that they had pretty damn different personalities. The small feline scrunched herself up into a tiny ball, placing her paws over her muzzle and shivering. So many emotions were running through her head, so many that it didn't even cross her mind to say "thank you" to Ramses.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]As soon as Ramses joked about her taking another swim, she had whirled around, glaring at him. She knew it was just a jest, but she couldn't help but feel irritated and spooked at the very idea of it. She, having a filter for once, didn't say anything, though. She actually listened, and gave a prim nod when he suggested that they go somewhere to get clean. That sounded like a wonderful plan to her, seeing as stated many times before, she hated the mud. Plus, they would probably be able to find towels and get warm. The mere idea of that made her want to purr- she was shivering so hard she felt like she might trip every time she shivered. "Good idea. I'm way too-" What she was going to say next was never known, because that was when Ramses shook his fur out. More cold wet and mud sprayed onto her, and she ducked down with a loud, "Eeep!"

She rose again after he had stopped, frowning, her brow furrowed and her nose wrinkled slightly. It was clear the little kitten was annoyed, and was even more so when she noticed Ramses was glancing at her like he wanted to know whether she was pissed off or not. Her fur bristled a bit, although it wasn't very noticeable, because her coat was soaked. [color=#FFFFFF]"You did that on purpose!" [color=pink]She accused, trotting toward him to keep up. [color=#FFFFFF]"Don't you know that it's rude to shake your pelt on others?" [color=pink]She tossed her head with a scoff, not seeming to care that she herself had been quite rude herself.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Rosewater had been taking a walk around the territory, like she had been the last few days. It seemed that every time she thought she had explored every nook and cranny of the swamp, it was like more appeared. The pale kitten hadn't meant to stumble upon Joji, mainly because she had no idea who he was, having never met him. So, it was needless to say Rose was a little surprised when she was padding along and looked over, and there was a black panther, holding a leather bracelet and muttering something... something that sounded like "George", but it might have been "gorge". She wasn't completely positive that it was "George", but it sounded a lot like it. Thus, Rosewater, ever being the nosy thing she was, asked the total stranger, "Who's George?"

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]"You're welcome." That was all Rosewater huffed in response to his "thanks". Rosewater acted mature in some ways, but in others, such as getting sarcasm and joking tones, she was not quite as well to do. She said nothing more as they walked, making only a surprised squeaking sound when Ramses fricked up the door. Still, she followed after him, in search of something to clean her 'ruined' fur. Rose started inspecting a couple of old baskets, pawing at them half-heartedly. Really, she was hoping Ramses would do all the work, because she was a mooching jerk.

Her ears gave an irritated flick when Ramses spoke again, and she explained why when she spoke. "Uhm, excuse me, don't call me kitty unless you want me to call you... large wolf, or whatever. I don't really know what you are. My name's Rosewater, or Rose or Rosey, but mainly Rosewater." [color=pink]She found a scrap of cloth, probably just a cutting from a larger garment. It was only big enough for her to wipe her face off with, and then it was soaked in water and mud, but at least her face wasn't gross anymore. She paused, and then glanced toward Ramses, [color=pink] her curiosity as to what his name was getting the better of her. [color=#FFFFFF]"How about you?"

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Truthfully, Rosewater had not noticed the darkness, but that was only because she had been in the middle of a nap when she heard Ramses's voice and woke up. She was a very light sleeper, and even just the slight snappiness in Ramses's tone made her raise her head, blinking sleep from her eyes. Rose wandered away from where she had been sleeping, fully intent on telling Ramses to shush up, when she actually took a second to think about what he said. Something about getting dark? Still half asleep, she muttered sleepily, "Yeah, that's what happens when night falls." Then, her pink eyes widened a bit, and she realized that she couldn't have slept for more than an hour. That meant that it was still daytime. So why was it so dark? [color=#FFFFFF]"Oh, wait, you're right. Why is it so dark?" [color=pink]Normally Rosewater might have freaked out, but she was still bleary-eyed and sleepy.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]The pink gaze of Rosewater flitted from whatever she was doing to the unicorn as she padded over. The cat hadn't seen many equines before, but she had heard stories of horses and unicorns from her mother, and assumed that Radiant Hope was one. She looked like one, after all, just a little worse for the wear. As far as Rosewater knew, unicorns did not naturally have broken horns. But her mind did not stay on Hope's appearance for very long. It turned to the head doctor's words. Rosewater knew some basic remedies for illness or injury; cobwebs to stop bleeding, poppy seeds to ease pain, horsetail stopped infection, and honey tasted great but also soothed throats. She did not, however, have the experience of a true healer.

But she was interested in learning more. She didn't quite know whether or not she was interested in the position, however, and Rosewater also wasn't sure whether or not she liked the idea of being around just to cure people of illness or treat their injuries. That didn't sound too fun to her but, then again, Rosewater had never given it a try. All she murmured as she came over was, "I might be interested." [color=pink]With that, Rosewater plunked herself down, staring expectantly at the injured unicorn as she waited for her to start the training session.

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[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]RiverClan seemed to be made up of, primarily, dogs and big cats. Rosewater was one of few domestic felines, although when she approached the tiger and the kitten, it seemed that she was not alone in her domestic cat-ness. The fluffy-furred feline had never met Heartbreaker before, nor Amberly, but Rosewater, although she could be a jerk, was naturally outgoing. She came over, chin held high and silk bow adjusted perfectly on her left ear. When she was near enough, she plunked her butt down, glancing at Amberly as she blabbered on. Wow, she talks a lot... Was one of the first things Rosewater thought. Maybe, if Rose had been raised in a nice family that let her blabber on, she might go on and on cheerfully as Amberly did. But her mother had told her to be quiet if she talked too much, so she never aimlessly talked.

"Hello. Are you guys playing games or something?" She said. She had heard Amberly's name as she rambled on, but didn't know the tiger, so after a quick pause she asked, [color=#FFFFFF]"Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before." [color=pink]Not that Rosewater had seen everyone in RiverClan. She was still a newcomer, and most certainly hadn't met everyone in RiverClan yet.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]The child had sat silent for a while aka her roleplayer had been too busy to reply, just listening and learning, but when Radiant Hope brought up traveling herbs, Rosewater's ears perked up. Along with basic remedies like cobwebs and poppy seeds, she felt like maybe her mother had told her something about travelling herbs. Her thought process stalled for a minute when Planty teleported over, because it was always surprising to suddenly see a potted bonsai tree appear, but then she got back to thinking about the travelling herbs. "I'm pretty sure chamomile is one of them?" [color=pink]It came out sounding like a question, because Rosewater wasn't really sure. She only remembered the name "chamomile" because she thought it sounded pretty, but she sure as heck hoped that she didn't miss the mark on this one. That would be embarrassing, especially since (unbeknownst to Rosewater, as Planty's telepathic words did not reach her head) Planty had just nailed it. As her gaze shifted to Planty, a question came up in her head; what were herbs to it? What were leaves to it? Were leaves like its babies, or something? Or like fur, if it was a cat? Could it communicate with other trees? Rosewater had to stop thinking and clear her head, because her thoughts were getting really off-topic.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Uptight- that was a word that described Rosewater very well. Some would choose "snobby", but if it came down to which one Rosewater would prefer, it was uptight. One of the reasons she hadn't flounced off to go clean herself up alone was because Ramses was not like her at all. He was so chill, took her rude comments well. Plus, he had just saved her life, so the white kitten figured that although she hadn't thanked him yet, she would at least stay around him and not run off randomly. Plus, he was searching for stuff to get cleaned off with, and eight paws was better than four when it came to searching. "You're a what now? I don't think I've ever heard of direhounds before." She raised her nonexistent eyebrows. Truth be told, she hadn't heard much about dire wolves or hellhounds, either, but didn't voice that. She didn't like to come off as too uninformed. "I think I'll go with Ramses, just because 'large wolf' is more of a mouthful." She shrugged, pawing at the baskets as if she could make towels appear. None did, but luckily Ramses found one. [color=#FFFFFF]"Thanks." [color=pink]She said, her voice sounding about as ungrateful as one can get before it hits the "completely ungrateful" mark (which was funny, because she was actually grateful- it appeared Rosewater was having a little bit of trouble voicing that correctly, though) copying the direhound as he dipped his own towel in rainwater. Then she began wiping herself off, the mud and cold water slowly leaving her coat. She shook herself off, grabbed one of the other towels, and then proceeded to wrap herself up in it like a little taco, both to dry off and just get warm.

Ramses's question made her glance awkwardly at her paws. What was she supposed to say? "I wanted to see the water closer and slipped"? To her, that sounded silly. But Rosewater couldn't think fast enough on her feet to come up with a good, reasonable excuse. The ones that popped up in her head were "I was pushed in" (way too dramatic, would involve someone as the villain, and Rose didn't want news getting out to the clan that there was someone out to murder kittens by pushing them into the river) and "I decided to learn how to swim- didn't you see how good I was? I didn't need help" (which was a blatant lie that Ramses would see through in a heartbeat, seeing as he had just saved her). Eventually, she just went with the truth, although she said it as casually as possible. [color=#FFFFFF]"Slipped in. Damn mud did it." [color=pink]She blamed it on the mud, of course.

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[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink][ ooc; gotta love those hamilton lyrics in the title ]

Rosewater had no idea what The Exiles were, and she was lucky. The pale kit came up beside Ramses, tilting her head to the side in slight confusion. Ramses seemed to know what The Exiles were, and so did this joiner dude. In fact, they had betrayed him. Curiousity was sparking inside of Rosewater, but she didn't ask about The Exiles. She didn't want to let on that she didn't know something that the other RiverClanners did, although now that she didn't voice her confusion, she would have to go and try to figure it out herself. That wasn't as easy. Rose wished, just a bit, that she had been born into one of the clans so that she kept about weird terminology stuff or groups like The Exiles. The cat pushed those thoughts out of her head, though, and turned to Mark.

"Well, since you're joining, welcome. I'm Rosewater, and you can call me that, or Rose or Rosey will suffice." [color=pink]She said loftily to the dark brown wolf and, with that, promptly sat down delicately and wrapped her tail around her paws. There wasn't much more to say, Rosewater thought, so she just kept her piehole shut.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]He was polite, at least, Rosewater noticed. The kitten's whiskers gave a small twitch as he told her and Ramses to call him Mark. Rosewater hadn't been too intent on saying his full name every time she said hello to him (since he was now a part of RiverClan, she assumed she would see him around a bit), so it was nice to have official approval of just calling him Mark. Him speaking again prompted her to do the same. Rosewater usually didn't offer tours or anything, partly because she was reasonably new herself and partly because she didn't really want to go out of her way to help someone else get around the territory, but she offered, "Do you want me to, like, show you to the camp? Or do you want a tiny tour?" [color=pink]Her voice was a little flat, but she was offering nonetheless. She herself had rejected the RiverClanners' offers of tours when she first joined, and she didn't know which way Mark would go on the matter. After all, she hadn't been able to get too much of a grasp on his personality- he had said, what, a few sentences? That was too little for her to know whether he liked tours or not.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]"What's going on?" Rosewater was the second RiverClanner to appear. She had been asleep, but the smell of unfamiliar animals and strange voices had woken her up. The white kitten padded over to Ramses and Hope. Ramses looked pissed, and so did the unknown serval. There was also a maned wolf, but he didn't look quite as pissed. What had Ramses just called the weird animals? BloodClanners. Rose didn't know that group, like she didn't know most other groups. That was one of the downsides of not being born into a clan. Radiant Hope also seemed to know what it was. Rosewater, in her bleary-eyed sleepiness, raised her nonexistent eyebrows. "Is that... smoke?" She sniffed the air, eyes widening. "[color=#FFFFFF]Oh, that's smoke. Whoa! Holy crap! That's fire! Why's there fire?" [color=pink]She finally fully processed the flames that flickered behind the waterfall, glancing at her clanmates. This was way too confusing for her. She had just woken up, and there were weird dudes called BloodClanners, and Ramses and Radiant Hope didn't seem to like them, and there was fire. Rosewater briefly wondered if this was a dream and if she should just go back and fall asleep again. Then Mark charged at the unfamiliar maned wolf, and Rose put two and two together.

This was a raid. RiverClan and "BloodClan" were enemies. Rosewater's fur spiked up in alarm. What was she supposed to do? Fight or flee? She knew how to fight, some. Rose didn't know fancy moves, but she knew how to claw and bite and dodge basic attacks. But she was still a tiny scrap of a kitten, and fleeing seemed like a great option at the time. Since she couldn't make a definite decision, she just stood there uselessly, her tail puffed up to twice its normal size.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]It seemed that the first RiverClanner to discover Memoriespaw on the border was Rosewater. The kitten had been taking a walk around the territory, just for fun. She didn't really need to take walks around the territory to get used to it anymore. She had explored most of it. Besides the fact that the main territory was, of all things, a swamp, Rosewater quite liked the territory. When she kept to the border of RiverClan, it was a little less swampy, so that was where she had decided to take her walk. That was how she stumbled upon Memoriespaw. The snow-colored cat's tail gave a curious twitch, and then she approached her fellow feline, chin held high. "Hello. Name and business?" [color=pink]She asked primly, picking up the phrase from how she had seen other RiverClanners greet people on the border. Her pink eyes stayed locked on Memoriespaw. Huh. She was frowning. Did that mean she was unhappy or did she just naturally look frowny? A question for the ages.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Again, Rosewater had kept quiet. She had no idea what to do when babies were born. She had no idea what her mother had done for her. Luckily, though, she had just collected the information from her clanmates. Although the session was to pick new Nurses and Doctors, for Rose it was super beneficial in just learning about herbs. At the last question, Rosewater wracked her mind, trying to think about what was good for rat bites and disguising scents. The kit thought about really strongly-smelling things. The swamp, for one, but you couldn't put the swamp on a rat bite. That was really all she could think of, until she remembered something horrible she had smelled once. Wild garlic. It had been sooo gross. "Wild garlic?" [color=pink]She swung it out as a wild guess, not sure at all whether or not she was right or not. It was just a smelly thing she knew that you could pick up and put on something, unlike the swamp.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:430px;text-align:justify;color:pink]Rosewater hadn't officially met Verona. She had seen her around a few times, but never introduced herself or had a real conversation with her. The kitten had been wandering around, bored, and when she heard Mark talking to someone, she thought she might saunter on over. When she arrived, she realized it was just Verona, outside a den, looking a little unmotivated. About what, though? Mark may have been right about the den. "Hi, Mark. Hi... I don't know your name. What happened to this den? Is this yours?" [color=pink]She wasn't sure whether or not it was Verona's, and so she asked, eyeing the pretty leopard. The den looked quite messy, and Rosewater didn't like messes. She liked everything to be pretty and clean, like she was, most of the time.

sorry for answering late! i'll make the thread later today.

i dunno about any actual plots involving him and rose, but maybe they could just have an interaction thread together to see how they get along? might make me think of some actual plotties. cx