BOTH FEET FIRMLY ON THE GROUND — missing mca

[Frostmoth]

The day begins like any other. The cooling crisp air of the beginning of leaf-fall is a welcoming feeling when Frostmoth rises before the sun for dawn patrols. As is typical of the deputy, he emerges from the reed-woven dens before any of his other clanmates. He runs throught the various necessary tasks and chores that will need to be done today in preparation for leaf-fall growing closer to leaf-bare. The fish are still swimming well and RiverClan's borders are especially strong thanks to the bolstering efforts following the first gathering. He grimaces to think that the other clans may not be so lucky, both because he doesn't wish against the prosperity of others and because they might be more inclined to go the dishonest way of ShadowClan and resort to stealing.

And speaking of ShadowClan, Frostmoth casts his gaze toward the medicine cat den. Jinglemoon and Rainpaw are likely to need help gathering herbs. Frostmoth doesn't have the first idea of what they will need in the thinning of resources in the coming months. They'd done a good enough job restocking their stores after the heist thanks to the charity of SkyClan and to the sheer efforts of foraging patrols, but now they had another thing to worry about. He sighs. Doesn't it seem like there is always something to be worries about? Frostmoth figures that he should see if Jinglemoon is stirring with the dawn sun, hoping he might be able to see what he needs before organizing the dawn patrols.

When he pokes his head quietly inside the den, Jinglemoon is still resting lightly, but he realizes with a pang that the other nest- the one that belongs to Rainpaw- is empty. He blinks in the dawn-faded light, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him, but there is indeed nothing there except for reeds, moss, and bracken. Frostmoth pulls himself back into camp, reeling slightly. In an attempt not to jump to conclusions, he tracks across camp to the apprentices' den. Perhaps Rainpaw has just taken up a nest with her siblings...? But when he looks inside the den of sleeping trainees, she isn't there among them either. Now, he thinks, it's time to panic.

Frostmoth thrusts himself backward out of the den and raises a caterwaul: "Has anyone seen Rainpaw?! She's gone missing!" Frostmoth's first thought is that she has been taken by ShadowClan. Or worse, snuck out and gotten herself killed.

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• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
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[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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Wavesong was still learning the art of sneaking out of her nest, which often proved more difficult than one might think with six little guppies curled all around her. She adored them with every fiber of her heart, but her duties too called for her attention. When one stirred at her shifting, she chuckled softly, leaning down to give a gentle rasp of her tongue over the kit's head and murmured for them to rest a while longer. A breath of crisp morning air would do her good, it always left her feeling refreshed, vitalized, like the river's own current running through her veins.

But the moment she slipped from the nursery, her eyes caught Frostmoth's tense stance, his voice rising with urgency. The words struck her like claws across her chest. Missing? Rainpaw was missing? Oh, stars above. " Missin'? " she echoed, ears pinning back, her blue eyes wide. " 'Ow's that possible... She was jus'… I swear I saw her yesterday before I settled down fer the night! " Her paws carried her swiftly to Frostmoth's side, fear tugging sharp at her heart. Still, she fought to keep her tone steady, her head level. Panic would not help them now.

" Breathe, dear. " she urged gently, brushing her tail against him in quiet support. Was she saying it for him, for her... Or for both of them? " Think. Who d'ye reckon saw 'er last?Jinglebingle, perhaps? " Worry lined every word, though she forced her thoughts toward solutions, toward action. Rainpaw was clever, but she was still young.

Her gaze swept briefly toward the camp entrance, thoughts racing. " She wouldn't go off on an herb patrol alone, surely not… " Wavesong murmured, more to herself than anyone. But where then? With a sharper breath, she lifted her head, resolve sparking beneath the worry. " Perhaps she's at th' river... Fer a swim, or a wash. It could be possible, wouldn't it? But let's ask Jingle first. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

37 MOONS

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RIVERCLANNER

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[pebbledream.'s icon pebbledream. pebbledream.]

PEBBLEDREAM ──

riverclan | warrior​

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It's not often that Pebbledream is woken up from their slumber within the warriors' den; they're often one of the first to rise as each day begins, second only to a select few other cats. One of which is the RiverClan deputy, whose voice is what causes them to blink the sleep from their eyes as their ears swivel in the direction of his panicked call. It takes a few moments for them to register what's happening. Riverpaw... missing.

Trotting out into camp, they approach Frostmoth with a glint of concern in their usually-stoic expression. "Missing? Are you certain?" They rule out the possibility of the medicine apprentice being sent to gather herbs; she couldn't have been, not this early. Watching as Wavesong attempts to comfort Frostmoth, they ponder where the young cat could have gone.
"Wavesong may be right. Surely she hasn't gone far; should we have a patrol sent out to look for her?" they suggest. "I volunteer to aid the search, if so." They nod in agreement at Wavesong's suggestion to ask Jinglemoon if he knows anything - he was likely the last cat to have seen her, so surely he'd know if she'd planned on going somewhere...

a steadfast spirit, never to stall

the vow resounds: honor above all

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[Jinglemoon]

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JINGLEMOON

RIVERCLAN

MEDICINE CAT

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28 MOONS

DINGO

A caterwauling from outside the den stirs the medicine cat from his slumber, the voice is familiar and hearing that it was Frostmoth got Jinglemoon to his paws quickly as the Deputy seemed to be calling out to the clan as a whole in a panic. Pushing memories of when they had been attacked and stolen from by ShadowClan despite the panicked calling from the Deputy reminding him of that night, the blue tabby tom would poke his head out of the medicine den to see what was going on, his ears twitching as he caught onto what was causing the panic.

Has anyone seen Rainpaw!? She's gone missing!

What? No... That couldn't be right... "Calm down Frostmoth! Rainpaw is still asleep in her nest in the medicine den, she's right... Here?" He trailed off as after turning back to check her nest he found it empty. Cold. "No... No no no no. Sh-she was right there just last night before we all went to sleep!" Panic was starting to bubble up in his own voice now too, he checked behind every nook in the medicine den, upturned every nest even his own as though she was just playing hide and seek with them all. With every area of the medicine den checked he would burst out into camp as well and frantically scanned the clearing. Ever since he had taken the young cat on as his own apprentice and protected her from harm during ShadowClan's raid when the medicine den was attacked directly he had felt a sort of parental protection for Rainpaw, she was not his kit and he knew that but she had felt close to being like one.

"She was in her nest last night when the clan went to sleep" He'd say hurriedly as he joined Frostmoth and the other cats who had gathered in camp by this point. "P-patrols to look for her would be a good idea, she can't have gone far-- But we should organize them quickly" He had no idea where she could've gone off to, he'd never send her out on a herb patrol on her own and never so early in the morning. He wondered if maybe her siblings had an idea of where Rainpaw might be or if they were too were just as lost. He knew that if she wasn't found soon, Thunderpaw would likely dislike him even more than she already did and how could he blame her? It was his job to look after her and now she was nowhere to be found...

Shaking his head to try and pushback the thoughts for now Jinglemoon would look to Frostmoth, Wavesong and Pebbledream. "I'm going to go search for her, I'll start at our border leading to the four trees and work my way around" He would search the entirety of RiverClan territory if that's what it took.

When danger greets you with a smile

A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes. Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.

Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Mentoring RAINPAW
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