Posts by Deerclaw

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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

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    BRAND NEW SOUNDS IN MY MIND — deerclaw — riverclan — she/her — "txt"

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] hey! It's very nice to meet you! I'm Videnda by the way

  • HUSH LITTLE ONE | Open, Introduction

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    BRAND NEW SOUNDS IN MY MIND — deerclaw — riverclan — she/her — "txt"

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] ah yes, mistpaw. deerclaw always found him a little funny. he had an… interesting taste in prey, as in he refused to eat the frogs? sometimes she would bring them back and place them on the prey pile to find they had been snatched and the form of the little tom trotting outside with the bodies.


    what was wrong with eating frogs?


    sure they weren’t her favorite, they did taste a bit funny, but food was food. as she came to see the tom, she frowned. ”what are you up to?” she asked curiously, the molly taking a seat and thinking of the frogs a skeptical look crossed her face. they were ugly creatures, with their long legs and squishy bodies. unproportionate. ”have you been playing with prey again? you do know that that is what they are, right? why do you like them so much anyway?” her tone was soft and curious, not mocking. she genuinely wanted to know what the apprentice thought.

  • NINETEEN — O; COUGARSTAR REQUESTED

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    BRAND NEW SOUNDS IN MY MIND — deerclaw — riverclan — she/her — "txt"

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] Deerclaw trotted through the camp entrance, a happy expression on her face. She knew what she wanted to do, and there wouldn’t be a thing to stop her. Well…


    Actually there was.


    The brown tabby bicolor didn’t have any power in the Clan and had to listen to orders from Cougarstar, who was the only cat she could say that she had any respect for. “Cougarstar?” she called into the leader’s den, hoping that she would be there. “I have an idea that I think would be fun to do,”

  • HUMAN BEING — OPEN

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    BRAND NEW SOUNDS IN MY MIND — deerclaw — riverclan — she/her — "txt"

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] The long-haired brown tabby bicolor molly was at the bank of the river. It was one of the warmer day this moon and the river surely wouldn’t be too cold to swim in… However that was not what she would be doing today, no matter how much she wished too.


    She had been rather unproductive, which would change at that moment, edging over to the stepping stones, she hopped partially across and dipped a paw in at the flash of silver she saw. Aha! A medium sized trout was hooked into her claws as she hauled it out, wriggling, onto the smooth and cool stone. Looking across the border at the ThunderClan side of the territory, she sighed and turned back to RiverClan.


    Hauling her fish to the shore, the molly placed it on the ground and took a seat once more, the early morning refreshing her normally foul moods.