i've been busy over the past few days,, sorry for the constant inactivity! i feel ashamed of myself tbh
berrypaw was made on the first day the trad. roleplay began and roleplayed from a kit :,)
i went inactive though so it's awesome that a few of the riverclanners that started in the first week are still here!!
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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%;]He should've been in school, like Micah, but his curiousity outweighed his responsibilities. Despite the fact he had been moved from first grade to third, feeling ambitious enough to do so, he was often running off, being found in the library or another place. Today he wanted something to energize him - perhaps, a drink? He had never tasted coffee, but it sounded intriguing. The smell of the café when he strolled by had caught his interest.
The door cracked open, his green gaze unsure. Would he be allowed a drink of the popular caffeinated beverage, or would his wonder of the taste not be satisfied? His pale hand pushed the door a little more, and the bell rang, a taunting tune which told him if he stepped away, he would have a heavy stain to his bravery, a personal burden which would be hard to mend. Quickly, he shoved himself into the entrance, observant optics pushing their width as they roamed every centimeter of the small café. Inhaling deeply of the new, tempting scent that entered his nose, he began to walk, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He clutched the five dollars he was given in his hand, it was surprising to him that he had managed to find that much. Worn sneakers made quiet squeaks on the flooring.
Approaching the counter, Bee worried his lip until he tasted a hint of blood. "Hello, I would like coffee - uh, regular?" He looked to be almost four years old, albeit being six, his face hardly seen over the counter, and definitely showing that he had never ordered a coffee in his life. Red glazed his cheeks, obviously embarassed by his lack of knowledge about coffee. Yet he forced his eyes upwards, a dying bravery locked in his irises. He wouldn't leave without achieving this little goal.
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cherry-red bubbled from his wounds. he looked up, grimacing in pain, pale green eyes dark with fright. cuts already laced his body, staining his porcelain pelt. he had been shoved against walls and exposed to excruciating pain, but this was the first time he was expected to unsheathe his ivory daggers and fight back. he stretched his front paws, feeling his claws slide out of their pockets, relieved of their cages. another blow nicked his ears, and he shifted swiftly upwards, charging at his opponent - a tabby who was, in fact, short for his age, yet still terrifying to beekit.
the boy jumped, holding on to the minuscule tiger's long neck fur. this caused an electric reaction, and the young man reared in fear as the smaller endured. round and round he bucked, trying to toss him off, almost succeeding, but not quite getting him off. he bit into the side of his throat, not enough to really hurt, but nonetheless it caused the once brave apprentice to panic. he put more pressure, causing a pitiful yowl.
throwing himself onto the ground, the tom finally gained his logic, and reached to grab the kit. using his claws and paws to lift him into his jaws, he swung him against a tree. his back hit the bark, his mind in shock as he flopped down onto the dusk-tinted grass.
"pinepaw wins. both your moves were exceptional, for new recruits, but they could use adjustments." a voice hit their ears. they both turned to face the towering shadow with blue eyes. the two murmured their thanks to the large tom. pinepaw, out of the corner of his eyes, glared at him, a smirk creeping up onto his face.
how did he end up here?
beekit had fallen asleep, for the first time in the span of several days. it had lifted his soul up and carried him to a dark place, where his uncle once roamed. they deceived him, telling him starclan was evil. bamboozled and gullible, trusting these cats, he was accepted into their ranks, tempted by the promise that he would feel fully rested upon awakening.
the eldest looked towards the sky, which was slowly fading from black to grey. "beekit, you should leave. those early to rise have better chances."
"okay." he was almost reluctant, wanting to train more while in the waking world getting more sleep. but he saw the daggers which penetrated the ground, and immediately laid down and closed his eyes.
he woke at a young dawn, the starlight melting into the sky, fading. daylight impaled the mist, slicing it through with sword of soft warmth and gentle beams. as he rose and stretched luxuriously, muscles cracking to life, he glanced around.
then, he felt a stinging sensation, and thick liquid leaked from the scabbed scratches, which were triggered by his motions. wincing, he mostly ignored the sharp pains, padding to the prey pile. seeing it decently full, he bustled around quietly, weaving ivy in graceful designs along the camp and setting down stones that would gleam in the day. but he didn't mind, or think about, the wounds set on his flesh. he did, however, mind the place he got them from.
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[center][fancypost=border-width: 0px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; line-height: 130%; font-size: 8px;]oh stars. he was late, too late, and the minute he arrived, he was already joining in on the chorus of cheers. slipping underneath and between clanmates, he settled somewhere he could hear clearly. his tall ears tilted to angle towards cougarstar.
at the announcement of cobiapaw's return, and his warrior name, beekit's voice went audible in a clear, loud chant, joyful for the tom. as far as his knowledge could go, cobiabelly had returned after a long and harsh time. already, he had respect for the tom, having survived multiple events that required endurance and bravery. it was incredible, the agony he'd faced, and he was now being rewarded the honor of being a warrior.
then, his summer gaze shifted in place, flickering to watch dogpaw be assigned a mentor. carefully, he studied both of their expressions, expecting surprise and joy to be written on their faces. his second round of shouts were quieter, distracted by observing. though he didn't know neither mentor nor apprentice, he was excited for them, and looked forwards to seeing them train.
when cougarstar announced two mentors to mistpaw, he tilted his head, stunned. there could be two mentors training one apprentice? that was a fact he did not previously know, so he noted this in his mind, repeating it over and over. two mentors can train one apprentice. with a slight, thoughtful incline of his head, he realized mistpaw must've been overwhelmed. he called out, flashing the other boy a small smile of congratulations.
a minuscule head shifted as the queen began to announce the deputy. dawn green optics were stuck in a surprised search, until his target was told and he locked on wrenbreeze. blown away by excitement for him, and slightly amused, his legs lifted off the ground repeatedly, cheering and celebrating the promotion. he paused to double take on the haunted expression of the deputy. it probably was terrifying, being given such an honor. but he was certain the young adult would soon adjust and excell at his duties.
waiting out the dialogue that ensued after the announcement, he moved to a different spot, closer to the front and on a patch of higher ground to easier see what was presently happening. his neck muscles stretched, his ears angled to listen in on skypaw's ceremony. remembering her hesitant yet determined approach to joining riverclan, he knew she would be dauntless in her training. a pleasant smile turned up his lips as he yowled in congratulations.
then, his legs began to tremble. he had requested an early apprenticeship, he was about to recieve one. feeling light-headed, he forced his visionaries to focus on the powerful leader. by doing this, he was leaving the protection a kit was given under the warrior code, free to be attacked in battle. he was stepping from the little safety he'd given himself into danger. his game would have to step up, his brain would have to store even more.
after silence had settled in for a second, he spoke, words wavering, choking. he wanted desperately to be scared, to mute himself and not say a word. but he wouldn't allow himself that luxury. "t-thank you, cougarstar." wincing internally, hating the stutter obvious in his voice.
pressing his maw into a firm line, he calmed his quivering limbs and began to walk towards sandstone, trying to grin despite his panic. he felt a confidence well up in his heart, an urge to serve riverclan and make them proud. they had taken him in with little questioning, just as they did with his uncle. and he was sure he would stay until he exhaled his final breath.
halting before the warrior, he touched his nose to his, the tradition that happened after the ceremony. beepaw whispered, glancing up at his new mentor, "i hope i can make you proud." he was still shaking, his breaths lined with adrenaline. the fear of messing up, of disappointing sandstone, made his mind wary of every word he spoke, so that he would not say something offensive as he freely talked.
settling beside the other, he turned to hear the next announcement. showing two other clans that they had rights over the popular sunningrocks sounded like a good strategy to help riverclan thrive. if they were well-fed and energetic, they would be unstoppable. nodding, a small gesture that showed he agreed, his shoulders leaned back, wondering if there would be more announcements.
//i'm so sorry it's so long ahhh
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[center][fancypost=border-width: 0px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; line-height: 130%; font-size: 8px;]snapping his head up from a small stone, caught by surprise, he was shocked to see a kit younger than him up. he was used to blood, and hadn't ever seen a reaction like frecklekit's. eyes widening, the dwarf flattened his ears, the volume loud for his ears in these hours. stepping forwards, unsure of what to do with the other kit, he watched his rage. he had seen very few cats capable of exploding in anger at once unless provoked, and so he was naturally curious of what exactly caused it.
angling his head to the left, questioning the other boy's commands, he answered, "it's really early, and i don't want to disturb the medicine cats or anyone else." vibrant pupils searched the camp for any cobweb a spider had left behind. finding none in his sight, he glanced down at the softly drizzling crimson.
the day was getting lighter, but still had kisses of night left in the sky. faint stars struggled for one last gleam. exhaling, he knew that a fraction of his life was at dawn. he could be slipping away and hunting, or visiting bloodclan. but here he was, facing one of riverclan's princes, half-afraid and very uncomfortable.
his mind pulled him back, but he still spoke once again. always he had something to add, something to screw up. his mouth was a rebel, sometimes for him, mostly against him. oh, he depised it more than anything in his life, but it was a curse he had to coexist with. "uh, how did you wake up, anyways?"
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that's a super well-written bio rinnie! i love it :')
i hope my muse rush never dies because if it does i'll sit in a corner and sob
rest in piece windclan,, i never really interacted much in there but i'm sad it's inactive
i think it's just inactive, the board is still there though :')
i was thinking of doing that but i'm afraid i'll go inactive with it. i might do it in a few days though!
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also help i can't change beepaw's username because it's already taken with and without the period at the end,, and i tried lots of other things
i'm sort of scared :0
i don't usually give my characters faceclaims because i have no idea how to faceclaim
but those are really cool faceclaims!! i hope you can find out which one you like more <33
thank you guys so much!! i freaked out for a minute rip me
i was thinking that my windclanner would be name succulent- ?? it's not really traditional but cats could have the possibility to know what those are because they know what certain herbs are? time to brainstormmm
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yes!! i would be down for everyone being related
pfft
succulent will be the troublesome gay cousin
i already have his account and everything,, no turning back :0
# windclanactivityraid
mine is a medium-haired brown tabby with curly fur and blue eyes
yES NAME HIM SMOKEWEED IT'S CANON
[center][fancypost=border-width: 0px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; line-height: 130%; font-size: 8px;]his nose had adapted to the smell. often, he had scented it in the dark forest or bloodclan, from some awful rotting corpse. but he just had to shut his eyes and move on, ignoring the fact someone's body without a soul was nearby. and even then, his vision was not left untainted. he remembered finding his uncle, dead, upon arrival. blood had streamed from his mouth, his throat cut open, and his paw stained crimson. of course, berrypaw didn't let leukemia claim him, but instead he let death take him away, even helping death by making a wound.
beepaw had been walking, as well, silently, when mistpaw had discovered the dead vessel. small legs set into swift motion, he sprinted to halt beside the apprentice, dust-stained and wary. suddenly, his face turned into one of horror and panic, as if he was sinking into sand. his mint optics had settled on the awful sight. before he could ask what was wrong, he was up and moving, pacing, clearly unsettled by the discovery.
one last glance at the body, and in it's place was berrypaw. silky white fur that didn't grow too long, and many longed for it to be. only important to a few people, but a good friend, loyal and noble and undeserving of this terrible punishment. his warm atmosphere, the love he had poured out for his sisters's and brothers's children, though he knew only four out of more than a hundred. to beepaw, his uncle was a king.
turning his head, trying to deny the heavy, abundant tears that slung from his face at the movement, he shut his eyes, trying to process this ordeal. it was not in brave tones that he spoke, not where he tried to be the hero as he had so many times, but a quieter, more sad and scared voice, a hopeless one. "what do we do now?" he croaked, too miserable and haunted by illusions to even try an find an answer to his own questions.
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i'm finishing up succulentpaw's tags and concept, so i may take a while, sorry!!
welcome to riverclan!! bee and ivy could have a thread :')?
i'll try to post more today since my activity is low,, time to try and get muse
bee could do the third or fourth plot with dog? i feel like their interactions would be awkward since if dog yelled at him, he'd not want to start a fight but still doesn't want to look like a wimp,, like passive-agressive conversations and stuff
bee could train him? like, take him to see the territory and teach him basic combat and hunting? he's super excited to see more kits but also has a fear of them because of his childhood tbh
sand could have a training thread with bee? and bee could confess to sand that he's a little scared to fight because he's weak?
